Helter skelter everyone is running,
Blinding pace and it's all about wining.
The road to podium,strewn wit slain confidences,
There is only second to none,
Else none at all!
Only the mountain top,
Or bear the steep fall.
Only the elite perfect are
sieved through the finest of net.
To the trash can head the rest.
Decimals invented for precision,
End up making crucial decision.
God knows what to call this fest!
Is it actually happening at his behest??
Hey do you know why you are running?
Just stop and think for a while..
Are you not at sanity's brink?
God!! Why is perfection so much in vogue?
I am just being me don't call me a rogue!
Admire the beauty of imperfection all around you.
Had the canyons been so breathtaking
If they were smooth and new?
If they were smooth and new?
Or the clouds been so beautiful
If they were geometrically true?
If they were geometrically true?
Or the mornings so beautiful,
If the colors were from from the palette of just red,green or blue?
If the colors were from from the palette of just red,green or blue?
Or the waves so rapturous,
If they marched in 'order'ly queue?
If they marched in 'order'ly queue?
These are not prototypes,
On the stairway to perfection.
Individuality is the reason for their admiration.
So why are we humans indifferent to this celebration?
Let us call ourselves as God's 'special effect' !
We too are 'beautifully imperfect'!
