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Finally, the time has come, I've begun to gaze at you. I've started to find, Minor imperfections in you, But those imperfections, Don't matter; Cus, They're only seen and felt, Only by me, Those imperfections maybe, Perfections for some Now it doesn't matter In a way all are imperfect, That's why we all have, A distinctive character. That's why we all are different. Till now I've found only, Minor imperfections in you. Maybe there are more, Yet to be found out by me. I continue to gaze at you, My eyes are still clinging onto you, Hoping to spot a flaw.

Life was no longer a fun, Life has started to apply many problems. Those problems which seemed, Tough to overcome. Those problems which seemed, Tiring to get rid off. Those problems which, Kept on haunting. Some says life is a teacher. And we are the students. Some says life is a long walk, Filled with many ditches, But for most life was, Filled with lots of joy and ecstacy. For a few life was, Like a clock who is given, The job to keep time. For me life is... Nothing but three dots.

Change is seen everywhere, Every living being in the world is evolving. It is trying to be more and more involved, Change is absolutely needed. Scientists says "Everyone is undergoing a slow change" Is it so? Could it be like that? Changes are not needed. But in a way change is needed, Then only the world is beautiful. People say learn from others, By learning from others do we change? Changes are needed in every person's life, It may occur at anytime at anyplace, I think a change should be specific, So that everyone will be unique.