Dr Tapan Kumar Pradhan
Dr Tapan Kumar Pradhan Poems
Skeleton Of Neruda
Why did the old man die? Or How?
That is the truth you wanted to know
Not that you really cared. (Now that
the property's been bequeathed,
copyrights handed over to legal heirs)
Ah! you are curious about the history part?
<i>Yes, the old man will never come back</i>
<i>But some of his history might come back.</i>
Yes, history will be re-written all over tonight
If you find hint of an axe blow on his collar bone
Could have been the work of a childhood rival
Or the secret handiwork of the Scheming Junta
Or was it...
I looked at her
she looked at me;
I smiled at her
she smiled back at me;
I wrote to her
she wrote back to me;
but nothing happened.
I took her hands
and suddenly kissed,
nothing she said -
then it happened.