Guest Poems

Imperfection

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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?

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