Imperfection
My life was perfectly imperfect,
With nothing but my perfect flaws,
Worse of all my ignorance tops up
But who said I needed to be perfect?
Life is nothing but a narrow road,
Filled with laughter and tear.
Not forgetting abundant mistakes
But who said I needed to be perfect?
My current tears mean no harm
With time life will flourish a beautiful smile
I still have hopes to rectify my doings.
Who even said I am perfect!
Imperfection is beauty, they say,
It’s the valid evidence I’m human
I stand up, head high, knowing the truth
But I know I’m perfectly myself.
By: ChaitriParohiti
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