Pradip Chattopadhyay

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

Wild Hunt - Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay

Till dies down the music in our ears
Come let’s go back to the yesteryears
To those beaches of youth’s wild hunt
Run again with the wind and play truant.
Come let’s go get one more hold
On those duckback years that couldn’t make us old
Fly with them to where we dreamed to reach
The realm of youth’s sweated whiff adrift in saline beach.
Come let’s go back and ride the breaking waves
Dig out love’s fossil that our heart still craves
Retrace our imprints etched on the sandy shore
Till the music dies down and in our ears plays no more.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 26, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, August 27, 2013

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