Pradip Chattopadhyay Poems

Lychee blackberry of sweetest variety
Shouts the vendor
They look juicily nice
But when I ask the price
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a small man dies somewhere
he doesn't make news
they are no news
herds of small men dying everyday.
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Since when
we have agreed
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We have done enough

to be devils to our children!
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some feeble tunes the ears catch
hushed dialogues overheard
in the shadows a lighted patch
windborne caught one word
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Form, style, structure are all in vain
If you when read a poem
Don't see there a bit of your pain
In the lines a speck of redress
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She wore below a knee length skirt
reaching neck above cleavage
love at those times was quite an art
for romance was the golden age!
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She is too ill today
Not a day to feel poetic
Virus laid fever's prey
Pray work the antibiotic.
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