Faults Poem by roshan jha

Faults! does it by intension?
or, lack of concentration,
could i think, its tension,
Fails every work and destroys meditation.

Has god made the man with perfection?
he done the imperfect, then how come the human,
Yield results according to satisfaction,
Even if he left no stones unturned.

Not god has done the mistake,
Pure satisfaction would've made the man recline
Exclude from the pain of head-ache,
This is to protect himself from decline.

No god! you are right!
but release measured amount of faults, insight,
so, could I enjoy the delightful nights;
Lest it would be my defeat in the severe fight.