What is everyone’s, obsession with perfection
A perfect life, or portrait or a perfect story to tell
Why are you drawn so much by the ending,
that you are not enjoying the show
It’s not the destination but the journey
which actually makes it special so
Why can’t we fall and, stumble on our way
Why can’t we start afresh
On the same path, again and again
Why are you so obsessed to move towards the perfect end
No one can attain a blissful perfection
For the beginning is Holy and the King of end is Satan
You art, your story , your life begin to
cease the moment you attain the perfection.
See, the most masterful creator the God is
But he has not created, the perfect world
For there is chaos all around
and the darkness engulfs the whole lot.
May the perfection never be attained
and the life goes on and on
and there are plenty of flowers to see
In the garden we happily roam.