Pradip Chattopadhyay

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

The Master Innovator - Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay

Last night too came the demon
My sleeping face he held on stare
Pierced eyelids and had me thrown
To the darkest abyss of nightmare!

He enjoys the way I shrink
As he cruelly muddles my dream
Makes a quicksand for me to sink
Claps in glee at my woeful scream!

He turns turbulent the serenest beach
Rides me up the scariest cliff
His stretched hands always out of reach
The master that he is at mischief!

The demon frequents my nights of late
Himself going sleepless for the fun
Innovating new terrors ‘neath blanket
Conjuring fears where there's none!

Topic(s) of this poem: demons

Comments about The Master Innovator by Pradip Chattopadhyay

  • Gold Star - 17,694 Points Deepak Kumar Pattanayak (7/24/2014 12:18:00 PM)

    Must be a terrifying or deeply distressing dream..........where demon strikes..........very well composed (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, July 24, 2014

Poem Edited: Thursday, July 24, 2014

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