Errors are symbol of struggles and a part of human. Yet, we want everything perfect or rather we find the small error just for the sake of complaining. Hope you like this poem.
Pleasure or Happiness is what we all seek and yet most of us spend the majority of our life span wondering what is happiness and even if some come to a conclusion, they end up on thinking money matters the most. So, what is it? Here's an epistrophe poem which speaks what is pleasure according to me. I am open to criticism. Thanks