Mandira Chattopadhyay Poems
- Pain Eternal The mother clutched at her emaciated form, The...
- Cannibalism We human beings are strange ...
- The Power Of Name As life kept churning into a vortex My ...
- A Song Or A Sob In spite of all privations I used to sing in...
- Promises This is a true story of a physically challenged ...
She teaches English language for a living, writes for the web and the print media as a freelancer. At other times she expresses herself through her poems. She is an avid reader and a social worker. She is walking her life with 80% handicap. more »
Click here to add this poet to your My Favorite Poets.
Comments about Mandira Chattopadhyay
The mother clutched at her emaciated form,
The baby lay limply in her arm.
Can she blame the world, or, only herself?
Who can bring her baby back to her healthy self?
My child, her inner being weep
Can I ever make you walk, or will you creep?
God, give all my health to her,
So I may her weakness bear.
The mother aged and bent now,
Follows her infirm daughter like a tow.
Praying to God does help sometimes,
Worry and anxiety, though gnaws at her minds.
Who will care when she goes?
So she wants to live a long, long life, she...