You don't always get the perfect,
As even perfect is born with some defects...
Which can be seen if one reflects...
If you lose what's seemingly beautiful,
Think it's not important to posses as being dutiful..
And every beauty has flaws in plentiful...
If you don't win glory and fame,
See the people who have never known the same...
And remember with every fame is also attached a defame...
If you don't get love and respect,
Then don't let these things to affect...
And expectations get hurt if we are used to respect..
If you don't posses money,
Remember poor people are as sweet as honey...
And in long run money is trivial and puny...
Its good to get what one likes,
But its not always possible, even if ones dislikes...
So its best to treat having and not having alike..
Bliss is the possession of imperfection,
Replete with happiness, and satisfaction...
There lies the real perfection...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
love perfection- real perfection.good poem. thanks.