Pradip Chattopadhyay

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

Life's Precious Things - Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay

My hopes burn out, desires rot
I’m never happy with what I got
A grumbling heart, undying pain
“It’s unfair, it’s wrong”, I always complain!
What I’ve got has no value for me
Easy gotten, they’re gotten free
What I haven’t is what matters most
Run as I do chasing its ghost!
When I stop the run, where the journey ends
I lament my follies but can’t make amends
They were always there, waiting in the wings
I never cared to find, life’s precious things!


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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 23, 2011

Poem Edited: Friday, December 23, 2011


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