Pradip Chattopadhyay

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

Bonded Beauty - Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay

The earth has its fill
When the moon melts on the hill
Pours down its side
To flow in wild tide.
Finding it silvery sweet
Our hearts ravage it.
Its beauty milked dry,
Moon can no more return to the sky.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 22, 2012



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