Imperfectly perfect


What we dream of is solace and harmony
Where wealth is not just money
Someone to say I love u honey
And everyday is bright and sunny

A life which is endearing
Materialistic pleasures ain't domineering
Where people are altruistic
And nature is still charismatic

Because life is a monotony
Yet stupendous is it's anatomy
Sporadically, serenity becomes a melancholy
And risks and danger resurrect our sanity

We curse our flaws
Make nasty judgements like grinding saws
But our flaws make us unique
Not binding us in cliques

What we crave is an imperfect yet happy world
Devoid of pressures like a dangling sword
Celebrating flaws is no more wayward
To create a world 'imperfectly perfect'

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