Pradip Chattopadhyay Poems

What do I write about her
a girl artless mundane
fading years don't heal her scar
can't bury her smoldering pain.
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Baby I’m cool enough in this world of chaos
Absorb all the fists and blows without being morose
Can hide baby the groan of loss the searing painful sigh
Can rise from a breaking fall and stand up with head high.
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I think not to write
any more love poem
her strands of silver hair
face's blossoming striations
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From pieces of woodsticks
the tea seller makes a fire
in the night of summer,
people sip tea
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if just for once a smile i bring you
if just for once a little fun
bring you just once joy's faintest hue
would deem it as one work well done.
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Thoughts don't keep tormenting my head
I have a job to do to earn my bread
I have hours of dipping my hands in the muck
juggle with the assigns that simply suck!
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The daughter married off went to a distant land
Leaving them to rue absence of her tender hand
He would till the garden she would tend to him
In that house the couple passed days in dream.
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Why don’t I stop believing Him
When mother’s eyes bathe in the river of tears
Grief breaks the heart as the beloved depart
And He provides no solace
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Long ago a lightning had burnt her dry
But her resolve its might couldn’t foil
Her gnarled hands spread on the merciless sky
She stands on her root in the soil.
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