Pradip Chattopadhyay

Silver Star - 3,267 Points (28.01.1961 / Kolkata)

Hair - Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay

Hair styles
Hair colors
Brunet te
Or just black

A few strands of which
I found in her comb
In one untravelled recess of wardrobe
An untouched memento
From past two decades
Not graying
Not growing

black and thick

the only relic

for her son!

Comments about Hair by Pradip Chattopadhyay

  • Rookie - 120 Points Susy Evelyne (1/8/2014 2:31:00 PM)

    As Valsa says, your poem suddenly deepens into a very moving end. In the wardrobe you found treasure, and in simple words you express a beautiful tribute. (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 45,404 Points Valsa George (1/8/2014 10:01:00 AM)

    The hair is a reminder of a joy gone, I fear! From a casual tone, the poem suddenly takes a serious tone and culminates in pathos! A great write! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 7, 2014

Poem Edited: Tuesday, January 7, 2014

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