Pradip Chattopadhyay Poems

Today I looked at her face
Her way of looking at me
My attempt to crudely assess
If she only fakes to be happy!
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there is no respite from love

no need ever
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Pretty Woman

rest your head on my shoulder
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There's a box I bolted my sorrow
But hear it knocking kicking to be out
I keep it telling I'll free you tomorrow
His prison he will break one day no doubt!
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To give their face a facelift
on the lip and around eyes
invented was lipstick
extracted from dyes.
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When I’m beside myself with grief
Around me looms a dark mass
You though pray for my ache’s relief
My bones are pieces of broken glass!
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When it’s summer I pray for cold
In the winter sulk for warm touch
When I was a kid longed to be old
I’m always asking for too much.
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When you first met her
seemed she was for you made
your wait was now over
time had come to go ahead!
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I visit that place often
where the road takes a blind turn
walk along all the lost men
in them wildfires burn.
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over the taps of fingers' dance
she says dinner is ready
giving me the appetizing chance
insanity's remedy!
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