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 … Continue reading A Perfect Poem