Pradip Chattopadhyay

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

Faye - Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay

Hope you had a good night's sleep Faye
He coos holding the cup to her lip
Nice isn't it the morn's first sip
And be ready for a lovely day!

By the way sweetie I had a good sleep
Long, dreamless, deep
If I don't count that recurring nightmare
You're sitting broken on your favorite chair!

Can't stand to see you broken that way
From me you ever being taken away
And one morn here I'm alone to weep
Not holding a cup to Faye's lip!

You know sweetie I meant it true
When I said would die without you
For you my love is so deep grown
I see it mirrored in the rusted bone!

Faye's eyes don't move a blink
His words in her quietly sink
There's a thrill in her timeworn bone
That her man would never have tea alone.

Topic(s) of this poem: horror

Comments about Faye by Pradip Chattopadhyay

  • Aftab Alam Khursheed (8/27/2014 8:07:00 AM)

    Nice poem but last line confused me If you can tell me about i will comment later lovely poem I loved the poem so please tell story behind (Report) Reply

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  • (8/26/2014 12:59:00 PM)

    Feelings of love and concern for the being so well expressed here.........very well scripted.......sir (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 26, 2014

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