The imperfection

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Enjoying the spring breeze,
I ponder…
Why the summers arrive….
Amidst the flowery bloom,
Again I crib…
Cursing the thorns that thrive…
On one dusky walks of solitude,
I chance upon & get bothered…
A woman’s smile as her child pesters & cries…

To me what’s discomfort
Is just a case of skewed viewpoint…
The balmy winds of springs,
Couldn’t be felt so sublime
Without the harshness…
That summery heat brings.
So is the case with thorns,
Unbothered with disliking they stay clinged,
Doing their part for flower,even if lorn..
And of painting memories & tricks…
Nothing is more precious to be amused by child’s tactics…

I observe….understand…
And imbibe….the vibe…
The little cuts..here n there,
Are the designs that adorn our life.
All is beautiful & in perfect harmony,
Not to our suitability & selection…
But it’s coz of…
So called vital imperfection…
😊😇

17 Comments

  1. So thoughtful and deep. Yes, and are they vital perfections? That seem imperfection to us and also a bother and totally not vital…..great post to read in the morning, to remember throughout the day – to welcome all…All is good! 🙂

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