Imperfection

By Monalisa Nahak

It drives me to apprehension,

When I don’t see them proud.

Just a word I seek, of appreciation;

Instead I hear my heartbeats loud.

All the endurance and every effort;

In silence, I went through mayhem.

They thought the world was what I sought;

But it was all about a little praise from them.

One mistake is all it takes,

For them to misjudge me.

It pierces my heart, the look on their face.

There’s only praise for those I envy.

To tell you something unmarked,

You can never have a clean slate

Once your character is marred

By a single fault on your part.

By Monalisa Nahak