Pradip Chattopadhyay

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

Shaving Glass - Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay

A look at the shaving mirror
And I remember
The face of the one that went before me
The hand that held the razor
Warm breath that fogged the glass
Same spot where he stood
Seems a moment yet gone for good!

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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 12, 2011

Poem Edited: Monday, December 12, 2011


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