I am not that perfection
In which you want to dive
I am not that wealth
For which you yearn for.
I am just a blooming bud
Searching for perfection in imperfections,
I am just a fish in pond,
With a heart torn apart
Swimming gently for a smile.
"Innocent " huh! Living all day,
In the blindness of imperfections
I search colour in dark
And end up exhausted nothing in hand.
I become a fish in pond
Just a innocent, you catch it
Take out heart with bleed
And free it in the ocean
Now you call it a perfect in imperfection.
Heartless in ocean it dives.
©dilliram
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