Transient hearts and faces,
Frames made of clay
Cracks in many places.
People aren’t usually great,
Greatness is in the ideas, the deeds, the creations
Created by a flawed human race.
We were flawed before we did something great,
We were flawed when were doing something great,
We will be flawed after we have done something great .
No need for blame or guilt, flawed is the way of mortals,
A child forever, Ignorant, dependent and fragile,
Flawed yet infinite in their potential to produce greatness.
-N
Photographer unknown
Poetry © Copyright 2019, Niharika Jaiswal
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November 4, 2019 at 9:39 pm
OMG N, it’s been a while.
But as always, amazing poem!!
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