Looking For Perfection Poem by sehdev sharma

When our friendship started,
she expected me,
like a rose,
soft in touch,
sweet in fragrance,
everlasting blossoming.

When the hearts moved,
a mile ahead,
I shared my flaws,
with a faith,
utmost belief,
that we are,
two bodies,
but alike a soul.

My interity was questioned,
my character was scrutized,
actions were monitored,
words were sensored,
a list of reivews,
blames,
cross questions,
was in the air.


The search for perfection,
is perennial,
not in thyself,
but in others.
I weighed,
how can a rose,
come without a thorn?

Do you have any answer?