Can the cub roar like the lion?
Fear and curiosity takes dominion,
Self confidence becomes the least,
And that is how I felt.
Looking around that I might not fit in,
For you to get this feeling,
Many thought would have ran through your head,
But a voice will ask you to come out of your shell.
Insecurity now sets in,
Scared to make yourself the clown,
Your bed is a spot to cling,
Till the break of dawn,
A tender voice will whisper in you,
‘Imperfect as you are, I love you.
Heat, Winter,there are still complains
Does that mean Papa is Imperfect?