Monday, March 30, 2026

Poem 345 : Pure Perfectionist

 Pure Perfectionist
                                 - T ABRAHAM

(SOURCE: AI GENERATED IMAGE)

Never to become erred and torn,

Perfectionism and professionalism,

Intermingled and merged and born,

A tiny stain if left deepens within,

Neither the patch stops its growth,

Once in time looks tiny and small,

Accumulation gradually begins its work,

Fork facing the bread and butter,

Never to point anywhere is better,

Twisted and false tales turns to crime,

Gossip starts sipping someone's mind,

Always better to be kind and genuine,

Or known not to be better than a wine,

Strokes, squiggles and dots untamed,

It is worse not to be fit into any frame.

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Poem 345 : Pure Perfectionist

  Pure Perfectionist                                  - T ABRAHAM (SOURCE: AI GENERATED IMAGE) Never to become erred and torn, Perfectionism...