Believe Me, You Don't Want It.A Poem by Mehak MushtaqWhat if I tell you that I'm perfect? Beauty is what I breathe out - into the world, I'm the pious disguise you can never unveil. your saints reflect back the wisdom of my words - Don't you know the moon? Oh, yes, I am the sun. Would you like to have a divine cup of coffee? Something that kills all the imperfection - wait! It might kill you. Your thought is the residue of the fuel burning inside my mind. Your breath is my will, your soul - just one of the flowers in my garden. What did you think? A garden full of flowers in itself? Nay, you're just another organ in the holy body. Oh, do I sound too mean? But dearly beloved, you wanted perfect. Here is perfect and believe me, you don't want it.
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19 Reviews Added on February 25, 2013 Last Updated on February 25, 2013 AuthorMehak MushtaqSrinagar, Jammu and Kashmir, IndiaAboutAssalam-u-alaikum. Mehak, from Kashmir, India. I got introduced to Writer's cafe just two years, ago, I'm 18, now. Like colors, life is an illusion, too. Look inside of you, the devil you hide, the.. more..Writing
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