My teacher praised my essay as superb
But gave me only ninety percent marks,
When I questioned the validity of the assessment,
She said that ten percent was cut for a lark
There’s no final perfection in the world
We try our best but there is a possibility
Of someone doing it in a better way, we
Always keep a margin for superior quality
So I went out searching for a utopia,
An ideal place that I wanted to occupy,
My quest proved, simply, a wild goose chase,
Perfect locale had turned out a far cry
Still, I am a bibliophile and a dreamer,
I enter a book and reach my destination,
A flawless paradise and an Eden garden,
I build my own utopia by sheer imagination
~Sudha Dixit
Bangalore, India
Flawless