MYSTERY OF POETRY

IMPERFECTION

- A tribute to the life of every common imperfect man

Imperfection, they say is a bad thing,

A vice that is always lingering.

Within every human yet they despise it.

So much so that you tremble to meet it.

The icy boulder of imperfection does reside,

Within every human no matter where you hide.

Yet you struggle throughout your life,

To kill it with the heat of might.

Tell me then, O' you wise men,

Geniuses and philosophers who reside in your den.

What is wrong in not being perfect?

In not securing in every virtue ten out of ten?

You tell me an imperfection disgraces oneself,

Get rid of it or you'll end up weaving a thread,

Of sorrows that'll make you lose your bread,

And ultimately cause your uncherished end.

You make me feel that every human,

Who does not land a place in the history of gems,

who does not command under him a million men,

Is not worthy to be called a heroic man.

But I oppose your self-centered theories,

If you for once looked back through the dark alleys of memories,

Flipped back through the pages of history,

For once dared to get out of your own secluded sanctuary -

You would realize then that real heroes,

Were never born geniuses, they in fact arose,

They flew from the bow of common men like arrows,

It was the common man always who despite his imparable efforts never made it to the proses.

Because writers didn't bother to capture,

In the immortal depths of their catcher,

With the power of ink and paper,

They didn't consider these men worthy for the world to remember.

But I salute you - O' you common imperfect man.

Through the ages you were made to believe that,

Your life was not worth inspiring and cherishing.

But I certainly find you motivating.

You, who with dedication complete your deeds,

Put your desires behind your family's needs.

You, who didn't conquer kingdoms or preach new religions,

But certainly touched lives through your noble mission.

I sing your stories with utmost pride,

O you unsung heroes, you shall no more hide.

The world - the common man welcomes you with delight,

We humbly salute your noble common life.

For when you mend shoes as a cobbler,

Stitched clothes as a tailor,

Sailed sees as a sailor,

You created your destiny as a creator,

And painted your life with colours of happiness and joy as a painter.

Come into the villages and towns,

And experience the freedom that knows no bounds.

Cherish the idea that even without crowns,

The common man's bravery can't be matched even if you roam the world round and round.

In your daily life, as you follow your daily routine,

Rush from house to workplace to attend your meeting.

You do your job with utmost dedication,

And for that I salute you - O' you common man.

You teach me through your lives,

That life is full of joys and strives.

That no one is that utopian perfect,

And so I proudly declare that I am imperfect.