Every incomplete act
Large or small
Is another cheating
By beating the conscience
And putting it in shallow hide
And thus, remains a definite crime.
Not competitions, but
Completions are ever divine.
One has to learn afresh
How to hear the chime
Inside heart
With deeper pride.
One has also to learn
To celebrate internally
By rewarding the acquired shine
Everytime
With a compulsory abide
And fill up
All minor nooks of life
With residual smiles.
