Pradip Chattopadhyay

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

God's Child - Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay

A God's child was born in the mud
Earth had no place; it was nipped in the bud.
There was no mourning, only the mother wailed
God quietly succumbed, he was once more impaled.

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  • Tapas Baidya (5/28/2012 3:55:00 AM)

    Thanks for such poetic realization.
    Tapas, Kolaghat, Purba Medinipur, W.B.
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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 28, 2012

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