Imperfect Beauty Of Love Poem by Puja Chakraborty

It's not so easy to love me;
hold a rough hand in the air.
Not so easy to love eyes with dark circles,
dry hair, dry lips, a broken heart,
and a pale face!
It's not a great experience!
Love is not so easy;
mirages have to face.

Before you love me,
you must love the roar of the black clouds,
destroy your own pride,
and love sorrow and fear!
Loving me is not so easy, dear.

You cannot do it.
You would rather fall in love with a girl,
with warm lips, fair skin and open hair,
Love the gray sky, the sweet air,
and the stars in the sky with care.

Do not love whatever is dry.
How many can leave the royal palace
To love a thatched cottage?
Is It possible? You will never face!