"I WASN'T THE PERFECT GIRL, THEN WHY?" - A POEM, A NARRATION

Mom, I wasn’t the perfect girl, then Why?

Born into this world as I opened my eyes,

I saw an angel in despise.

Then began that beautiful journey,

Time turned it into misery.

I took my first steps that day,

It was enough to turn you gay.

The best. The bravest I was for you,

Learning only the basic functions of human, I grew.

Playschool was so colorful,

The world, all the more wonderful.

That curve on my face didn't dare to fade away,

Now turned glim, I reminisce those days.

In school, I the good child, all would say,

Study well, Dance, Sing, Draw, you will make your way.

The topper. The scholar. An artist. The singer . The all rounder,

Till life threw a boomerang, an absolute bouncer.

No longer I am the good sweet child,

One who scored well, danced well and sang like a soothing chime.

You, my Angel have no words for my praise,

The good sweet child is lost in the mad chase.

Faults. Crevices. Cracks. All I find,

Might there be,a miniscule of good ; those eyes of all have turned blind.

Why you laid a perfectionist image of mine,

My faults make me not worth a dime.

Neither did I reach the par excellence,

Nor was the mirage of intelligence.

All I was a simple child,

Who lived in delusions all this while.

Perfect , never was I,

Mom, I wasn’t the perfect girl then why?