On a pleasant evening,I'm puzzle,
Walking along the rain's drizzle,
Knowing the pain of struggle,
Once in a life-time i want to juggle,

Is it my fault ??
For not meeting your expectation,
Is it my fault ??
For being myself ,
Is it my fault ??
To be Imperfect.
It is my fault!
For not knowing the beauty of imperfection.

If it's all green in tree,
It may look perfect,not spectacular.
dried leaves are imperfect, still,
doesn't it enhance the beauty?

White sky's shape look imperfect,
But isn't it , the prettiest canvas
that anyone would've seen??
Stars are scattered in sky,
Does it look imperfect??
What if stars are arranged in square,
Wouldn't it be a calamity?

I looked at the sky and trees,
Imperfect is not bad ,
It makes you more pretty,
When you learn to embrace it!