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Pradip Chattopadhyay

Veteran Poet - 3,206 Points (28.01.1961 / Kolkata)

The Master Innovator


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!

Submitted: Thursday, July 24, 2014
Edited: Thursday, July 24, 2014

Topic of this poem: demons


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