PERFECT 💯

 


Hey I'm perfect 

And you know me as 

A trait full of praise

A life fed with ease 

A meaning fused as an eve 

A word blend  in love


But will never know

I'm a myth  fated to 

exist as vague 

muddle as opaque 

Spill nothing but  lies

 As tears of disillusion  from eyes 

Holds  nothing but pain

As a story to go in vain. 


Alas ! 

People make me their beloved 

Not knowing the inner me

they yearn my  fancy name 

dreams so high to imitate me 

to finally fall in a mist of glee . 


But... 

All I'm is a word that 

People urge to crown 

and in the race to be me

they forget their own race

Unaware that I'm no constant 

For I am different with each of my friends 

Rather I shift to be the best version of themselves. 

Not a fax of others in them . 

If they accept  me for who I'm 

I will hail to be a blessing in disguise 

Or else a destiny to despise. 

@anu__anil.

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