You Are Not Perfect

ByEkta Saxena

You are not a perfect child, 

but neither am I a perfect mom; 

that doesn’t make you any less,

for my soul, you’re the perfect home.

 

 

I matured as you grew, 

from a toddler to a teen; 

exploring the world, learning from mistakes,

trudging roads where I have been. 

 

Your rank doesn’t matter,

neither the stream you choose; 

what matters is your resilience, 

spring back whenever you lose. 

 

You will discover as time goes by, 

there’s no one who never faltered; 

but success never eludes those who try,

never give up till your inner self, you conquer. 

 

Not all days are sunny, 

nor all nights long and dark; 

somewhere through the darkest night, you will find the spark.

 

The spark that will kindle,

and keep you from giving up ever;

and anchor you to keep believing, keeping you a fighter at heart forever.

Ekta Saxena is a motivational writer, poet, a 3rd level Reiki healer, and a humanitarian who loves to interact with youngsters and guide them to live a complete life. 

Through her experiences, she believes that challenges add flavour to our lives and cajole us into becoming better versions of ourselves.

She is the author of a motivational poetry collection "Notes to my Healing Self - Blooming through Adversity", which talk about her personal journey from a self-doubting persona to a motivational writer who loves to interact.

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