A poem about loving yourself.

All human work is imperfect because human nature is imperfect. This inherent nature of human work cannot be overcome without hard work.

Make of it as u wish.

" People could never be satisfied"

When we remember our mistakes, it take some time to make things right. This poem is for a friend who had experienced my confused and unstable state yet that person remained calm and returned all those quirky worries of mine into a smile. Oh, please don’t malign my words. It’s just a way of saying sorry and my gratitude for his kindness to me.

A free verse(verse-libre)

This is a poem that I wrote about hurting someone in a relationship and not being able to fix things.

You said you’d never leave me and that, like everything else, was a lie.

Martin Luther King said, "I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin, but by the content of their character."

Well I am neither Black or White and have a very simple dream, where we can live perfectly as One big happy Family and make the world a better place…

The Lady is still Singing the Blues!!! But she is only human!!!

Part of Land of Mystery All For Love — L-O-V-E.