The Imperfect One

By Suparna Kudva Nair

She was the most beautiful girl in town,

with expressive eyes, a sharp nose,

soft skin, with a caring heart within.

Her voice, was the only flaw,

it was hoarse and manly,

a mismatch to her slender figure, inconceivably.

She was the attractive one, with a loud voice,

though perfect in appearance,

but treated as the imperfect one in inference.

Many young men, approached her for marriage,

but were disappointed when she spoke in her uneven tone of voice,

they left her midway, pushing her into silence amidst the painful chaotic noise.

She was in despair, her broken heart was beyond repair,

and when she passed away, they wrote on her tombstone,

“The perfect one, with an imperfection”.

By Suparna Kudva Nair