I have learnt,
With each expectation,
Comes a chance of disappointment,
For each expectation,
We can only hope,
But when all hope is lost,
Disappointment emerges, sadness follows,
More so, when it’s the people dearest to us,
So, I’ve learnt not to expect,
To look beyond their shortcomings,
To draw upon their strengths,
For perfection is just for the naïve.
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