Pradip Chattopadhyay

Silver Star - 3,338 Points (28.01.1961 / Kolkata)

5 Minutes - Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay

5.00 am

mr. run-o-mill
from a mundane slumber
wakes up.
His sleepy eyes
Scan the walled curtained
Half-lit room.
He introspects
In gloom
Tucks it into his head
It’s not worthwhile
Leaving his bed
To open his window
To the same show.

5.03 am

he heard a tune
a bird’s call
that soon
turned a cacophony.
He felt tickled by the buzz.
Rebellious no more
Yielded dollops of light.
Mr. run-o-mill
In him something stirred.
He couldn’t say what it was
He didn’t see
He just heard.

5.05 am

two-three words
came to his mind
and to his pleasant surprise
they found a few more
and formed a line
and then more and more
poured in….
that end of night
without breaking a sweat
mr. run-o-mill
by some hidden design
turned a poet.

Comments about 5 Minutes by Pradip Chattopadhyay

  • (10/6/2014 1:16:00 PM)

    Very well structured and composed so beautifully by a great poet like you......I liked it very much (Report) Reply

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  • (5/21/2014 12:05:00 AM)

    New ideas added in the beautiful poem and it is good. (Report) Reply

  • Loyd C. Taylor, Sr. (5/16/2014 8:41:00 AM)

    That's a very nice take on five minutes, well done. Loyd (Report) Reply

  • (7/18/2013 3:17:00 PM)

    Amazing how many ideas can develop in five minutes. Very nice poem. (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (7/17/2013 10:56:00 AM)

    The making of a poet is beautifully described and the change that has come over! He no more is bored by run- o-mills routine chores and scenes! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 17, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, July 17, 2013

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