To be perfect it doesn’t
Always have to be a ten,
Sometimes where you haven’t
Searched, is where you find Zen.
The farther I am from the horizon
The sun does not get any smaller.
It’s his mercy in the Warbler’s song
Every step in a direction, is nearer
To be perfect you lose the real
In that race for the ten,
It’s just a number not a meal
Ah, forgot to say Amen?
Any number can be a ten
What counts is smile that appears
On your mom’s face, just when
Proud eyes roll out tears...
-Appy H. Purohit (31/1/2011)