A Perfect Poem

The idea of a perfect poem is labyrinthine

Like seeking the perfect reality

Illicit sentences disqualify the emotions

Serpentine lines speak malevolently

Bitter judgment of a debilitating mind

Rebellious, they disown any rationale

Dark matters have been puzzling

Poem wishes freedom 

Eagerly waiting to express them

Without the hawkish eyes

Nibbling away the truthfulness

None have to disown life

To seek a perfect poem

Journey through profound avenues

But do give them wings

So they can fly and sing praises


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