Imperfect Sentences Poem by BASAB CHAUDHURI

No sentence is perfect—
the sense stays,
yet it can be written better.

A man observes, tries to describe,
but description never becomes reality.

I search for words
close to what I see,
and fail.

The face I saw this afternoon—
what was it like?

Not round,
not rectangular,
a trapezium perhaps.

An affable man
with a face out of shape—
can this be written?

I do not know.

Yet the day feels incomplete
without words.