Pradip Chattopadhyay Poems

The broken leg jackdaw
he lost his greed with his leg

now saintly dumb
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I don’t get it into my head
She says
Why in this scorching summer
We’re at the zoo gate.
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They went to see the King.

The King's resplendent robe
they all glorified
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Carved in rock lies the croc
with sun burning its scale
though ticked for long the cruel clock
came no freedom from the well!
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I hold onto
like they're precious

my ego
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Without ruing all the lost chance
should I tell her once
or now it's really too late
to say what's unsaid from the first date.
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Lost first love to immaturity,

remain immature
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Mr Deek

when needs to speak
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