Perfectly imperfect

Obsessed with perfection we stumble and fall,
Seeking it not just in people but everything in life.
Take a moment to look around the room or hall,
All those imperfections somehow fit perfectly fine.
Strange but true, imperfects together form a perfect,
But we are trained to see only the flaws.
Nothing here is flawless in every aspect,
One of nature’s many undisputed laws.
I don’t need to relate to make you see,
Because what I am saying is already in your mind,
Just learn to see how things come to be,
Perfectly imperfect is the finest kind.

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An engineer who finds joy, comfort and peace by writing poems and strumming chords. Come, let me take you to an alternate reality.

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