Pradip Chattopadhyay Poems

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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They went to see the King.

The King's resplendent robe
they all glorified
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For some time
they were very happy
at his return
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What's the chance?

She frowns askance
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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!
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In pouring rain
We entered the fair

For no gain
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Faith my friend he sighs
and pours me more wine
blind faith I should say
that blurs the dividing line.
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a few strokes of scalpel art
reveal the man's heart

awhile ago it was throbbing
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For the girl I love mountain surmount
glide through the roughest ride
what others say is of little count
I stand firm by her side.
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I long

for a belief
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