Pradip Chattopadhyay

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

Why - Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay

His sweats a salty syrup
He muttered time is up
And crashed with a mighty splash!

For the fraction airborne
Did he once mourn
His life passing in a flash?

Topic(s) of this poem: suicide

Poet's Notes about The Poem

why end life without even making a beginning?

Comments about Why by Pradip Chattopadhyay

  • Bronze Star - 2,825 Points Anthony Di''anno (5/15/2014 7:28:00 AM)

    How many talented violinists never pick up a violin?

    How many dreams never begin?

    Until the final one creeps in?

    A lovely poem Pradip :) (Report) Reply

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  • Freshman - 821 Points Matthias Pantaleon (5/14/2014 1:11:00 PM)

    short and powerful. Life is too short before you know someone we once call friend is gone. Nicely penned (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 14, 2014

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 14, 2014

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