The Diary Game | Short Poem Perfection | 25- Sep-2025

Hello friends,

How are you all? I hope everyone is well. I am also well by the infinite mercy of Allah. Like every day, today I have come before you with a new post. Almost all kinds of incidents happen around us. The incidents are often instructive, painful, tragic, and inspiring. That is why today I have come with a story again. I hope you will enjoy reading my writing.

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Fulfillment

Is fulfillment only in the round moon,
or in the silence of a night hanging in the air?

I have searched for it in the dust of the road,
where people walk, cry, and laugh again.

Fulfillment is hidden in the smell of rice in a mother's hand,
when a spoonful of rice is a relief after a long day of fatigue.

Fulfillment is in a father's sweaty forehead,
who silently carries the burden of the world.

I do not find fulfillment in a house that touches the sky, but in a small room,
where light enters through the gap in the window, and the noise of a child fills all around.

Sometimes fulfillment seems to be in the smile of a friend,
when a little light of hope shines in a heart broken by sadness.

Sometimes it is in the silent touch of love,
where there is no sound, only feeling.

I have seen fulfillment in an earthen pitcher,
when rainwater collects in the sound of dripping.

I have seen it in the eyes of a farmer,
when the rice grains turn golden and dance in the wind.

Perfection does not mean getting everything,
but rather being content with loving a little.

For example, a letter hidden in the folds of an old shirt,
which, when read, makes you want to live anew.

Perfection sometimes shines in the eyes of a beggar on the street,
when he gets a piece of bread in his hand,
he smiles like eternal happiness.

Again, it is in the voice of a worker,
when he says after work that his family will still be able to eat today.
Perfection means grasping each moment,
where happiness and sorrow are all in harmony.

Like the moon, even if it seems incomplete,
it is actually complete, because there is no light without darkness.

Maybe perfection isn't a destination, it's a companion on the journey, where we lose, find, and find again, yet life seems filled with a strange peace.

Thank you all for taking the time to read the post. Thank You all for Your. Love to Everyone.

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