Can this wall be broken?
Can these doors be opened?
Can she be loved in her raw beauty?
Can they observe her beyond her duty?
Can they look beyond her complacency?
Can she be appreciated for that little idiosyncrasy?
Can they look through that beautiful piece of art?
How she messes up before completing each part
Can they revisit her footsteps when she walked that extra mile?
How her legs had fumbled during that stride
Can they look beyond her pinch of pride?
And see how she struggled to make through the ride
Can they look through her glowing eyes?
How many tears have given her that shine
Can they look through the perfect mirror and rewind?
How she had assembled all those broken pieces behind
Can they look beyond that wave of tranquillity?
How many tides have given her that stability
Can they seep through the aura around her?
Can they sense beyond the odour that she wears on her?
Can they stop admiring that charming smile?
And ask why did she cry the last night
Can they stop admiring her for the path she has chosen?
And ask how many times her courage got shaken
Can they stop counting the mountains she has built?
And help her with the moments of guilt
Can they dare to question that poise?
And ask how she deals with all that noise
Can they stop admiring the armour outside?
And start appreciating the wounds inside
Can they stop admiring that sense of perfection in her?
And start looking for the imperfections that make her
Can they just stop saying that they ADMIRE her?
And once can she hear – they LOVE her!
They love her for the scars, that gave her the imperfect moments
They love her for the mistakes, before that final take
They love her without the armour, they love her for baring emotions
They love her for her weakness, they love her for shedding those tears
They love her for being vulnerable, they love her for her fear
They love her for her anger, they love her for her failures
Can once she hear that? Can once they say…
Today, they love her for being less than a winner.
Today, they love her for being that imperfect her.
Today, they love her for being a little more human!
Very well written Vibhooti.
Beautiful starting and it kept on flowing seamlessly.
There’s a little bit of imperfection in each one of us and that is what makes us human! Kudos!
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Thanks Akshat. You are right that little imperfections make us human and also unique and different in our own way. 🙂
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