Life Not Perfect Any More Poem by Malabika Ray Choudhury

those days of childhood were perfect!
lived in a quaint little house, cradled among an exquisitely colourful landscape, where the breeze carried a tranquil lemon scent, and cooing birds serenade to a strangely mythical land.
a delightful swing - swinging away innumerable times…evoked passionate emotions of love and tenderness,
lots of playful frolic and exuberant laughter,
magical hide and seek, rainbow paper boats… unfolded a tranquil life flowing harmoniously like a chartreuse waterfalls descending on coral rocks.
and you - you were perfect!

you gave me the world…
a young girl's world full of neon dreams and saffron imagination,
you never forgot to celebrate our song of togetherness, among the hues of radiantly ravishing flowers,
which enveloped our senses with sublime feelings,
but, as much you tried, I tried,
that life fell apart,
our world was not perfect any more!

can you give me back those ecstatic blissful days?
can you bring me back those precious unforgettable moments?
when every day was like miraculous dew-drops on the lotus-leaves,
shaking as if disappearing any moment,
fragile, but strangely permanent!
you are still perfect, there is no other you,
and I still wake up at ruby-red dawn to gaze at kaleidoscope mesmerizing sky!