It's an illusion that we often chase,
Yet, no one's ever reached that place.
Just a classification to boast oneself,
A label to categorize, many it has engulfed.
Perfection, like onions is hollow,
Many souls it has swollowed.
It doesn't teach us any lessons,
For a true life it doesn't give any reasons.
Perfection is being flawless,
No human ever was as life becomes meaningless.
You are perfect just as you are, so be true,
Avoid comparisons; accept the unique in you.
Even gods weren't perfect,
For greater good of humans, we did accept.
So cherish your gifts, nurture your soul,
Never take for granted the charisma you hold.
Perfection is a concept of completion,
A box we try to fit in, but it breeds frustration
Only things are meant to be perfect,
The way you are, the world needs to accept.
By
Sanji-Paul Arvind
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