Pradip Chattopadhyay

Silver Star - 3,245 Points (28.01.1961 / Kolkata)

Laugh Maker - Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay

I’m nothing more
Than a bore
As all my stuff
Are shitfully sad
Can’t make you laugh.

I’m just a plain bore
For almost always
I knock your door
With a mourning face
Not finding laughter’s address.

I wish I could write stuff
To make you rollingly laugh
Belly ripping laughs
Choked in coughs
Yet never enough.

I’m a bore
A failure
Time and again
Only sketching sadness
Pity
Deformity
Never giving you a laughing recess.


Comments about Laugh Maker by Pradip Chattopadhyay

  • Silver Star - 3,170 Points Lorraine Colon (10/3/2013 11:09:00 AM)

    I certainly hope this is not about yourself that you write. Your writings are always informative and entertaining. I'm sure we all have our places to go to if we want comedy. Always write what you feel - not what you think others are expecting from you. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, October 2, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, October 2, 2013


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