Pradip Chattopadhyay

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

Graduation Class - Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay

This is my graduation class
and I have bunked quite a few of them.

terrifyingly I realize it has to be a long time

for I am frantically looking for the college
the home of my graduation class

and here I am groping to get my way back
asking people the way to my college!

Must be my long absence playing tricks on my memory
but that hardly makes sense.

At last I find out the iron gate

from there a narrow passage shows flight of stairs

but my class, which floor is my class?

doesn't strike me the hush
as I run up the steps

wasn't it the fourth floor?

and when I reach it gasp for breath

my graduation class looks unfamiliar
so is the head stooping under the table lamp
his specs almost falling from nose
intently gazing at something
from the maze of electrical apparatuses spread before him.

I don't recollect having ever a teacher like him

but today I don't trust my memories

too many things I have forgotten

must be the fallout of missing classes for too long

the man there in my graduation class
has to be my teacher!

He looks up as I start speaking

I'm sorry sir, being ill I've missed some classes
but I'll manage to catch up.

Then it happens

my bag swings in the air
pulled by an invisible force!

He smiles at my awed face

don't bother, you know, it's so strong
the electromagnetic field of course
such nasty pulls they make

in a flash a floodgate opens

my graduation class doesn't have a lab inside
my bag by now flying in the air is an office bag
I have no business in the college anymore

I had left my graduation class
over three decades ago!

Topic(s) of this poem: dream

Comments about Graduation Class by Pradip Chattopadhyay

  • Geetha Jayakumar (8/21/2014 4:42:00 AM)

    Beautiful picture you have portrayed of Graduation class which you left three decades ago. You took me back to my graduation class, really those days were quiet interesting and bunking class was common. Loved reading it. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

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  • (8/16/2014 12:42:00 PM)

    Must be a dream as you have left graduation classes three decades perfectly remembered and depicted.........nicely composed........ (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 16, 2014

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