No hesitation whatsoever in admitting

‘Made with inconsistencies and deficiencies’

Never I crowed “I am blemish-free!”

Daily I attempt to repair myself honestly

Though with only limited success;

I slip and slide down in sincere trials

And my soul is full of bruises, you may not know-

Don’t tease me then with unkind words;

The winds of events settle fine dust on me.

Though may be far, far from me the truth

I struggle with my might to crawl closer to it.

I laugh at myself, reminded of endless attempts

But take courage that I rise up again and again;

I am still a raw rock face with craggy contours-

I will one day discover in its chiseled depths

My ‘ I ‘ , the faint xerox of perfection  !

---s.chandra kalaadhar

04.12.2012 / Tuesday / kaarththikai 19