My Life Is A Buffoon Poem by Abdul Wahab
My Life Is A Buffoon
Bit by bit I build my life
But it never becomes a structure
Where I can put my head in rest
Lay down my soul in peace
Neither has it become a calculation
Though I keep adding and subtracting
Till date I did the sum forty times
Nowhere have I seen any perfection
Nor any proper displacement of it has been seen
Only it keeps revolving around
Like a true buffoon
we all have imperfections. something we will deal with. good writing
we all have imperfections. something we will deal with. good writing
Nowhere have I seen any perfection. Very true. Everyone must live with some imperfections and work around them. Nice poem.
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no one is perfect, , , , , ,