By Divya G Prasad
Even the temper of the sun, gives
light. Even the darkness of the moon, gives calm.
Even a crying baby, gives cuteness.
Even an ill person, gives hope.
Even a crumbling world, gives friends.
Even a rose, has thorns.
Even a life, has problems.
Even love, has complications.
Even nature, has contamination.
Even purity, has extra costs.
Good in the bad. The bad in the good.
Aren't we both?
Yet we search for perfection.
Irony of life.
By Divya G Prasad
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