The Matchstick Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
The Matchstick
When the path is dark
The great sayings I forget.
The words of wisdom,
Years of sermons,
They appear so void and useless,
So hollow and lightless!
Amid the menacing clouds
That tries to run me down
And makes the way out of sight,
A simple thing does the magic -
A lean wooden matchstick!
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poems By Pradip Chattopadhyay
Best Poems
Best Member Poems
Best Classical Poems
New Poems
New Poets
Best Member Poets
Best Classical Poets
Explore Poems
Explore Poets
Poem Of The Day
Love Poems
Baby Poems
Death Poems
Sad Poems
Birthday Poems
Wedding Poems
Nature Poems
Sorry Poems
Hero Poems
Poetry E-Books
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
4/24/2024 8:33:01 PM # 1.0.0.1119
