Pradip Chattopadhyay Poems

They went to see the King.

The King's resplendent robe
they all glorified
...

Carved in rock lies the croc
with sun burning its scale
though ticked for long the cruel clock
came no freedom from the well!
...

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.
...

I hold onto
like they're precious

my ego
...

Lost first love to immaturity,

remain immature
...

Mr Deek

when needs to speak
...

On this first day of September
as I look up at the rainwashed sky
with cheerily flying grey white storks
I grow fonder of belonging.
...

The hearse waits at the door
the dead is ready for the funeral's chore

dressed in this last hour
...