The world of real had given
me a chance
to choose “the perfect”
The sky where I can see another
mine,
The sky with no birds with sound,
no words of expressed Love
The only silence of deep ocean
hidden within me and you!
My second choice
The brain turned sharp to you
“the perfect” for me,
with all our abnormality of being a common brilliant.
The marching of loud laugh kicked and passed on the wall,
like a cartoon as always you were passed.
The feast of similarities presented
in the long dining
waiting to be ticked and send
to the kitchen of brain
to get well cooked
for upcoming days and nights.
At last when the coin to spin reached my hand
to take a second chance.
The world of real shouted to take the second choice,
don’t know why
My mind still wanders in the
“Imperfect First”
The writer is a 11th-grade student of GGHSS Cottonhill, Vazhuthacaud, TVPM, Kerala
