The perfect-imperfect war is increasing every singe day. Everyone want to be best in some or other field. A short poesy about highlighting that “It’s okay to have a flaw”. We all are different and have different treasures hidden inside us. Happy reading!
You think you ain’t good enough to do the best
You compare yourself by the skills of the rest
You always test yourself without progress
Staying obsessed, building messed stress
They treat imperfections as an offence
But what’s definition of perfection in true sense?
It’s just ten letter word driving you without cation
To become best of all, not a better version
This is where comparison takes a wrong turn
When did with others, it leads you on wrong run
You can behold it as a big loaded gun
That’d defeat your own self, not the world
Perfect is imperfect, flaws are the rule of nature
We all are same but different with features
Like the animals, plants and other creatures
Every single being has it’s own treasures
You are capable to be skilled in your own different frill
Don’t try to be a perfect match for some other cloth
Because we have our own different colour to wreath and knit
If red tries and can’t change to blue, is it stated as a flaw?
Maybe it is, but what then? Red has its own existence
Maybe you’ll call it imperfect. But red is actually perfect in every sense
I quote is here again. Imperfection is rule of nature, my friend
Imperfect is real, but the reality of perfect can’t be defined
Strive everyday to be a better version of thyself
So that your old version will have great stories to tell
Focus on originality, there’s lot of fake in this world
Real is never perfect and perfect is never real
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