The Perfectly Imperfect
THE PERFECT IMPERFECT
I may not walk like you
I don't talk like you
I cant carry myself like you
which doesn't make sense
I'm not you
folks together running to a vague lake without knowing its depth
I may have a map drawn and pave my way
don't worry about me I cherish my imperfect features
so, don't compare me with you my league is
so high.
Copyright © Subhashini Nethaji | Year Posted 2020
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