Darsh Mahadevia
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Perfection

Trying to chase it all day long,
Is it hiding behind the lies?
Or is it hiding so far,
that considering it out of reach is also long gone.
Nor has it always been upfront, bare to the eyes.

What is for you, maybe not for them.
The straight line for you, maybe wavy for them.
No way to judge, no way to fumble.
Everyone looks up to a different crumble.

darsh m.

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