Death is Perfect

by pranabaxom

A clear blue sky lacks definition
A blank slate characterless
Beware of the one without blemish
Beneath the serene surface
Lurks the deepest secrets
Enemies with flaws

Will learn to handle
Lily white friends
Suspicion will poison mind
Even the supreme ones
Of all faiths
Must have some failing
To create us mere mortals
Strive for perfection
Never perfect
Death is perfect
End of the road

© Pranab Sarma, 2018

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