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