Target Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay

There’s this girl who left a boy a scar
Times have flown years gone far
One small cut how it didn’t heal
In a corner of mind the story lives still.

Mid sixties noon a war was on
School was closed days forlorn
Mind gone dead as summer wind blew
Longed for what it really had no clue.

There was this girl a breezy butterfly
Pretty and petite was quietly passing by
The sight of her skin just below the skirt
It drove the boy to throw a stone to hurt.

As his idle mind came under devil’s grip
Took a quick aim threw her a basalt chip
But as was destined written was his fate
It flew past her widely missing the target.

She paused on her track her eyes burning ire
Glanced once at him lips curled spitting fire
Sparks flew in his eyes his match he had met
Below eyebrow the scar he carries to this date.