Pradip Chattopadhyay

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

Like Father, Like Son - Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay

back from work when he rings the bell
his face tells me not all is well.

there's a dog out there,
seriously wounded, can't even get up
saying this he picks up a plastic bowl
pours some water in it
and to show him he isn't alone
I follow him with a bowl of milk
with breads soaked in it,

must be some insolent car tyre
crushed his hind legs
a black emaciated one
with a patch of white

and upon that grass
beneath the sinking night
we two mourn.


Comments about Like Father, Like Son by Pradip Chattopadhyay

  • Rookie - 37 Points Colleen Courtney (6/10/2014 3:53:00 PM)

    Oh, how incredibly sad but yet at the same time so very beautiful to see that a father has raised a compassionate and caring son. Nicely done. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 110 Points Rites Ghosh (6/10/2014 12:01:00 PM)

    turn of some simple words can easily hook the beauty of thought that has genuinity and imperishable truth...such poetry will surely lead us on..i love this art. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, June 10, 2014



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