Perfect—
a word well known,
a word loved by most of us.

But have you ever wondered,
what is truly perfect?
What is perfection?

According to society’s scale,
perfect means no mistakes,
fitting their beauty mold,
carrying no visible fault.

And so, you look at yourself,
call yourself imperfect,
and feel insecure.

You feel insecure about the marks on your skin,
yet admire the moon.

You feel insecure about your introversion,
yet admire the peace.

You feel insecure about your body’s shape,
yet admire every creative form.

You feel insecure about your color,
yet admire the dark—
the beauty of stormy weather.

You feel insecure about your height,
yet make wishes with
dandelion flower.

You feel insecure about your own beauty,
yet your beautiful heart admire others without judgment.

Maybe—
you failed at receiving love, care, compliments.
But trust me,
you never failed at giving.

You say imperfection.
I say nahh!

just while creating you,
Even the Artist fell in love
So he painted nature upon you,
Filling his creation with beauty
called IM-PERFECT-ION....

YOU ARE THE MASTERPIECE LOVE,
Artist's favourite creation.....

S.Tara.R