Pradip Chattopadhyay Poems

A stray cloud pours
in the sun.

Baked in the heat
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For long she hasn't found an empty home.

Not that she loves empty home
But craves for her some loneliness
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No park is ever named Lover's Park
But in every city there's one,
Where shadows coalesce to shadows dark
Fingers delve buttons undone.
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For the dear wife is worn one face
it's another that's seen by the son
try all the faces to strongly impress
as have been doing all along!
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when anger speaks
her glowing hot rose cheeks

i turn not so mean
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the girl lived downstairs
the boy two floors above
through me exchanged letters
of immature hearts in love.
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In that blindest lane
I had gone in search of a door
When on the glass pane saw written
Cadaver Store!
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Heed your need

curbing where it turns to greed.
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Buoys up she from the sea I sail
What poetry can't address
She serves me well.
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