Pradip Chattopadhyay

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

A Relic On The Wall - Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay

The shirt hangs on the wall.
Stirred by the wind,
It sways loose and empty.
A blue envelop in its pocket
Bears his time barred thoughts
That never reached the mail.
The shirt frames an ominous void
Of a journey of no return,
Leaving behind a relic
To sway loose and empty in the wind!

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, February 5, 2013

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