Pradip Chattopadhyay

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

Left To Die - Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay

Burning coal glows in the no-food zone
Are they too cold and dead and alone?
It's said they're loyal but they can't boast
Are they too hungry and shadows of ghost?
Ignore them people drunk in their fest
Are they so useless as vermin and pest?
Night's peace shatters as they whine and roar
Are they without sleep and closed is your door?
It all seems so cruel our heart is stained steel
Are they too trifle and don't deserve a feel?
The night is so unsparing so long and cold
Are they still hopeful of the emerging gold?
The sun gives reason to celebrate the morn
They're still asleep they were rather not born.

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  • Gajanan Mishra (2/11/2013 4:05:00 AM)


    Burning coal glows in the no-food zone. I like it. thanks. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, February 11, 2013



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