Your Finest Poetry Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay

Your Finest Poetry



There are some sufferings
When you witness
You feel like laying down your pen
Throw out as garbage all shits of paper
Where you penned sufferings
That comes nowhere near
What you witness
The real sufferings
When you wish
You had the might
To open the doors
Set free the caged birds
See them soar in the blue
Then come back once
Write your last poem
Saying you achieved it
The incredible feat
Of doing a little something
Tangibly good
And way better
Than what floods your paper
And there wasn’t anything
Greater to get
From poem
From life
Not anything more
For you delivered
The ultimate poetry
When you bought two birds
Caged cramped suffering
Opened the door
See them soar free
Gave this world
Your finest poetry!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Valsa George 28 October 2013

Here you echo the famous lines of Shelley.... 'The sweetest songs are those that tell of the saddest thought'! Once when your mind is loaded with painful feelings, you won't be able to write! But once given a vent to all nagging thoughts, you feel relieved and a beautiful poem is born! Enjoyed! !

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Lenny Camacho 28 October 2013

when you freed those birds my heart smiled because I believe that´s poetry in its purest form

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Wahab Abdul 27 October 2013

wow, wonderful poem, good flow, good energy, fine play of words...lovely...love it

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