We Are Imperfect Creatures

In the tremendous territory of human hearts,

None are liberated from issue,

For we are imperfect creatures,

Limited by our blemishes.

We stagger and fall,

Commit errors, hurt others,

However still we endeavor to be better,

To gain from our stumbles.

None can guarantee flawlessness,

For blemishes run profound inside,

Yet, in our battles and our deficiencies,

We track down solidarity to continue.

So let us not judge too cruelly,

For we are all in almost the same situation,

Exploring the tempestuous waters,

Of our own mankind.

None liberated from issue,

Yet, in our flaws,

We track down excellence in the disorder,

Also, elegance in the excursion.