Imperfection Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay

Imperfection

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I hover over your words
not for perfections.

don't paint me an azure sky
cotton clouds
a field of sunflower
gold crests of afternoon waves
dark labyrinths
inner demons
or even angel faeries

for my life of half drawn images
half digested joys
faintly lit phantoms
rough edge
rugged walkway

write me out
a flawed poem
imperfected to the hilt
no structure
no style
wild jots of your thoughts
just like you and me

flawed but heavenly!

Friday, April 25, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: poem
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Dinesan Madathil 26 April 2014

It needs absolute courage to call a spade a spade when we ourselves figure out in our illustrations of life. You have written a beautiful poem that is perfect to an extent though you are pondering over hypothetical imperfections sir...

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