Poem : The imperfect wall

I was staring at the wall
of my room, continuously.
Thinking how imperfect it looks
if you look closely.

Visible multiple layers of the paints
And from different angles you can see different shades.
Moreover, the wall is not that smooth
and I think it’s a bit tilted towards the room.

And then I found
four black dots on the wall.
The more I saw, more I found
- How ugly is the wall of my room.

I asked my friend to look at the wall
who one fine day came to meet me.
Staring it with a smile and his pleasant mood,
He said “Well, it looks good.”

-jasdeep mandia