Pradip Chattopadhyay Poems

Tempts jackdaws
A raven, because,
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What she’s doing there the whole day
Sitting in the same posture on a chair
By the window that brings in no wind
Nor any floral perfume
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A porter dies in accident
Reported a reporter
Little knowing
The porter
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Just as I had penned the day’s last thought
I heard a pleading very faint
‘Would you leave us here in the dark to rot
Your palette’s leftover color and paint?
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The mother and child
In strength with us no match
Fading remnants of the wild
Struggling on the last green patch.
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Today I’ll not look at them
Though the sky beckons
To fire my passion’s flame,
The flowers sway in wind
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No salvation
From salivation
When hunger
Sees food
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Nirvana was half awake
When broke into his stupor
A dove’s plaintive coo,
Still a little rattled from a dream
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Rise high
Their eyes
Scan the ground,
Spend in toil
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