Definitions...

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Perfection and Perceptions

Perfection’s a word undefined,

Let me define it by you,

It’s the way you sleep, forehead unlined,

Worries fading with the night’s adieu!

 

The way your lips curl into a smile,

The constellations in your eyes,

The way you read people for books,

Discerning truths behind their lies!

 

The way your embraces warm hearts,

The melodies you sing to the rain,

The way you whisper words of care,

To unheeding ears, again and again!


The way words flow under your pen,

The ink weaving unwonted beauty,

The way you let your hair down,

Unafraid of vulnerability! 


  The way you’ve always shared

The burden of your peers,

The way you tread on embers,

Yet wipe all their tears!

 

Perfection’s a word undefined,

If only perceptions were universally true,

I’d say you’re a Juliet Rose,

In a garden of myriad hues!

 

Comments

  1. Unknown17 October 2020 at 23:49

    😍😍😍🙌🙌🙌it's just awsome.. ..

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  2. Anonymous18 October 2020 at 00:05

    A thing of beauty is a joy forever (Keats)....and so are your poems. Keep the miraculous words flowing. Love

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  3. Anonymous18 October 2020 at 01:25

    Your poem has defined perfection as I have perceived my dear Ananya to be!! Lovely! A finely penned poem⭐

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  4. Anonymous18 October 2020 at 04:55

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  5. Anonymous18 October 2020 at 04:58

    Perfection is nothing but that little imperfection left behind to make anything beautiful. I won't say keep it up as I know that this pen is never going to stop, the free flow of emotions yet so well thought of write ups will continue to amaze me! Lovely!

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    1. Ananya Saggi20 October 2020 at 06:30

      your words keep me going maam, thank you so much!

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  6. Unknown18 October 2020 at 08:58

    Fab😍🔥

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