‘Actions speak louder than words’, the proverb overtly taught,
It resonates with my personality, as perfection is what I’ve sought.
I neatly stack a pile of books, rising from the largest to the smallest,
T-shirts arranged shade-wise is what you will find in my closet.
Chapaatis are bound to be round, whether I rollout one or twenty-five,
Puffed and soft is how they bake, millimetres’ uniformity is what I strive.
Onions, sliced or diced, will uncannily be of the same size,
On the chopping board they mound, seeming to be cut with dyes.
A dusty bedsheet tidily folded and laid for the dog as her rug,
I never realised when and where I was bitten by the ‘orderly’ bug.
Dotting the ‘i’s and crossing the ‘t’s soothes my conscience,
Lending an edge to my personality, it also tests my patience.
The habit kicks life in me as this trait is now my identity,
Systematic and precise is how I’d like to introduce my extremity.
I call it my USP; some may label it as an unimportant eccentricity,
Whatever said and done, my meticulousness averts any mediocrity.
Whether or not my presence hovers around to endorse my work,
I am unbothered and free to move onto the next task; not guard or lurk.
I realise that it is more of a boon than a restraint slowing my speed,
My characteristic stamp shines proud as I gracefully let my efforts lead.
Strengthening weaknesses doesn’t mean I ignore strengthening my strengths,
Having discovered a few more of them now, I’ll trademark them by all lengths.
