Treasure Island

Pradip Chattopadhyay

(28.01.1961 / Kolkata)


Soon his car was full of scars.

Was a time
He kept it clear of grime
Dusted off even a speck of soil
Put in his labors all his toil
To see
His car scratch free.

But in this running game
One after the other came
Streaks upon streaks of rough embrace
Leaving behind the ugly trace
Of unerasable scars
On his new car

Now he sings in philosophic mode
Scratch is inevitable as you run on the road
You can travel only that far
Beyond which waits the first scar.

Submitted: Saturday, February 08, 2014

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

What do you think this poem is about?

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (Scar by Pradip Chattopadhyay )

Enter the verification code :

  • Geetha Jayakumar (2/8/2014 11:01:00 AM)

    Beautiful poem with indepth meaning. In this running game, with streaks of rough embrace, leaves a unerasable scars, in new car. When the first time the scar is traced it really hurts one badly, then the car get used to it and we too get used to it. Very true said...Scratch is inevitable as you run on the road. Loved reading it. (Report) Reply

Read all 1 comments »

Poem of the Day

poet Rupert Brooke

If I should die, think only this of me:
That there's some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
...... Read complete »


Trending Poems

  1. 04 Tongues Made Of Glass, Shaun Shane
  2. The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost
  3. Phenomenal Woman, Maya Angelou
  4. Still I Rise, Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams, Langston Hughes
  6. If You Forget Me, Pablo Neruda
  7. Daffodils, William Wordsworth
  8. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings, Maya Angelou
  9. Fire and Ice, Robert Frost
  10. Not Waving but Drowning, Stevie Smith

Trending Poets

[Hata Bildir]