Defects are effects

The part, which is defective with anyone
Is not so for you when that part happens
To be of a modal or an idol of your citadel.
A crooked tooth or a twisted lip, be it.
You are my idol, who drops its defects.

Likewise is the wrong with anyone,
Which is not so for you when that one
Is of your celebrity or a heartthrob.
Stubbornness or elusiveness, be it.
You are my heartbeat, wrongs shut out.
11.10.2003

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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