Once upon a time there was a king,
Who looked for perfection in everything.

A huge vulture flew into his garden,
He got it caught, in an act brazen.

He told his servants, "Chop off it's
wings a bit".
He said " Now only it looks like the
Falcon with grit".

It's beak needed polishing,
Else it would look famishing.

We have our own frames,
We fit others in it, playing mental games.

In our quest for 100% perfection,
Isn't it that we lost our lives to extinction?

-©B.Raj Kumar.
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