I love you just as you are
No one, nor art thou Dear, free from some flaws,
A flaw endears and scarce if at all irks,
It seems strange, but a flaw comes with a cause,
Man comes alive with foibles, whims and quirks.
A mortal man, faultless still? Holy Grail,
A perfect head and heart in faultless flesh,
It’s too ideal, esoteric a tale,
Perfection’s a long journey, not a dash.
If a thing of art has to be alive,
Forget the fault of faultless offering,
If there's no crack nor yet an opening,
Whence ye think a ray of light would arrive?
I love you dear as ever ye have been,
Perfect you if not sin, to me is mean.
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Sonnet |07.08.2018| beauty, perfection
Poet’s note: Imagine a couple in conjugal bed and discussing. The lady seems too keen to have a word from her husband describing her as one with no flaw. The man tries to bring home the point that a thing of beauty is always alive like Nature, and yet cannot be perfect like say a machine. Nature is beautiful despite its subtle imperfection.
Copyright © Aniruddha Pathak | Year Posted 2024
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