The Perfect Doesn't Stay Long Poem by Haruna Garba

The Perfect Doesn't Stay Long

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The moment it is lit,
the perfect flares out
The moment it manifests,
the perfect disappears:
the perfect doesn't stay long
It slips by, moment its knot is tied up
Made centre of attraction,
the perfect shies away
Chalk-snipping dogs the nations become
Hands dipped on and on in to the sea
searching all their days for a single nail.
Hands slotted on and on in to quagmire
searching for some drained-clear mud fish.
But one can't restore a missed mystic stuff
unless you want to live all but a miners' life
You have your perfect, I have mine
why even be at loggerheads with each other
when your perfect contains as many loopholes
as mine does have

Friday, January 29, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: poems
Saidu Garba 07 July 2020

A Colt is oughtn’t work like horse and lad oughtn’t work like a man until they’re fully grown up.

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Saidu Garba 07 July 2020

They don’t have enough faith and they still want share there li

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Edward Kofi Louis 08 April 2019

Miners' life! ! All the days are not equal. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Kumarmani Mahakul 29 January 2016

Very amazing drafting shared on really. Wisely penned and shared.10

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Haruna Garba

Haruna Garba

Dagauda, Bauchi State, Nigeria
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