Perfection is suicide,
Totality all besides!
I keep discreet and I blow,
I destruct and I sow,
I stick to and I flip,
I celebrate and gloom too,
Then who am I?
I am a split, like U, me and we!
I fall down and climb,
I look blessed and I resist,
I agree and I insist,
Then who am I?
I am a split, like U, me and we!
Polar opposites around,
Love and hate both are bound,
Buddha and OSHO said it loud,
Nothing and yet everything,
Love, hate goes all in one,
Secret is that and rest none.
This is not relieved by me! It has been there in literature since era. A little attempt POEMATISE it!
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