Perfection

I measure life with achievements,

I sound materialistic at best.

Shallow talks don't define me,

so I let my actions do the rest.

                                                I wait till the time is ripe, work is right;

                                                Until then I don't fall for the bait.

                                                Once begun, I move to each step with zeal,

                                                I try to avoid any mistake.

For me, it's been like "connect the dots";

For dots is all I see.

I find my own path, till my endurance lasts,

Leave no stone un-turned, that is me.

                                                But this endless addiction for perfection,

                                                must end at only work.

                                                For this search of perfection and 

                                                dissatisfaction,

                                                leave no room to enjoy a daily mirth.      

Because then you find mistakes always,

Every error looks magnified.

eventually, unhappy with yourself,

Self doubt, alas! fortifies.

                                                So stop measuring your person;

                                                In terms of silver and gold.

                                                Try to tolerate the differences and  

                                                imperfections,

                                                As long as you are getting old.

Perfection is a noble quest,

It defines the best of mankind.

A passion that works, only at work;

But to yourself, please, only be kind!