Standing beside me to shout and say An?
Your finger is an arrow
your words my funeral song
Made me your itching pad
The crooked tree stands with pride, still good in produce
None says you’re imperfect
The unrhymed wind never knows perfection, soothes the soul alike,
Whispers symphony of imperfect scale.
Splattered rays decorate the sky, the nature’s canvas.
Glittering clouds pass away,
Dark and ugly – pours the most.
Beauty is in being imperfect-
The Crescent smile- an invisible wonder? A visible imperfection?
You hide to see my visible imperfection
Oh Moses- failed, you say
He drenched a million thirsty throats.
A perfect sword kills many,
A blunt coal makes it bleed.
Fragrance, tastes – are many,
‘Oh, it’s terrible’ – you say, changes none of them.
Paradise Lost- Milton’s sight was imperfect
Bauby blinked his story- with locked in syndrome
Science’s surname Einstein- had imperfect progress report
Precedes the President’s list- Lincoln struggled with depression
Be my Nathan, confront me with truth
Be my Ezra to build ‘the waste land’
Be my ocean, to hide my imperfect terrain.
Be my droplet, to refract invisible colours
I might be one among
I might surpass them all
I might be none
I’m perfectly imperfect
Its okay to be imperfect
Its okay to be unfitting in
Its okay to be the odd one
Wanna be me. Be unique
A Imperfect Poem
Author Bio
Dr S Manoj Kanth, Assistant Professor of English at St Mary's College, is a creative and passionate teacher who fosters a student-centred classroom-environment based on mutual respect and collaboration. Committed to helping students identify and develop their passions while becoming enthusiastic and thorough readers of English literature, he has taught English at reputed institutions including the Central University of Karnataka.