Sunday Poem By Paramita Mukherjee Mullick
Oh Perfect Love!
I search for you my perfect love,
I search in the misty mountains,
I search in the tumultuous seas,
I cannot find you my perfect love,
As love cannot be perfect, no it cannot be.
I search for you in the dark and deep forest,
I search for you in the green, green valleys,
I search for you in the misty mountain haze,
I search for you in the traffic maze.
Suddenly I find you in a library
Sometimes I find you on a stage,
I feel I have got my perfect love in a dream,
Every time your imperfection becomes perfect, it seems.
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