Pradip Chattopadhyay Poems

I have no words for so many things.

when god's brush slips from his hand
his colors splatter over the sky
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In the crowded platform
he sure was the dancing peacock
in his heart was blowing a storm
he feigned though looking at the station clock.
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The mother cat is teaching her kittens fast
Leave them she must
In another few days.
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Glistens the bones in moonlight
Ones within the one outside
Has no answer the fairy night
Why bones’ glare the dog can’t hide!
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The kingfisher knocks to call me
friend of you I do beg
make some time from poetry
find me a place to lay an egg.
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Good morning her sweet voice rings in my ear
But in my eyes his sweat dripping labor
Makes me feel a sinner.
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like poetry she's giving me bad habits

whenever she eats
her fingers would scoop a morsel or two
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His sweats a salty syrup
He muttered time is up
And crashed with a mighty splash!
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Fellow traveler
As you leave
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Like the sandgrains on the stretched palm
with the wind have flown the years
the tides rolled back the sea is now calm
It's biding time on this heavenly sphere!
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