Pradip Chattopadhyay Poems

At the worst of times
See me through
Rhythmic rhymes.
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Here in a sleepy hamlet
in the shadow of Top Hill
amid barren aridity
I am hiding.
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The son vents his suppressed anger on dad
The father should know he’s no more a lad,
He’s a man that needs his own space
To lead a life at his own pace.
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You quietly look down now,
Ashamed you were too careless
When you crossed the road,
Too keen to go the other side
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Veiled in the night’s mistiness
Her rivers flow wispy white
The earth shines in her grace
When the moon comes at midnight.
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One last time I drive past the pinewood
On the fogged road washed with rain
My eyes misted up in melancholic brood
If here I would ever come again.
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Living in the same stretch of forest
He was suffering from acute boredom
What came to his mind he knew best
The animal decided to leave his kingdom.
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how do you go about it
when you write a poem
scribble on a piece of sheet
then think about a name?
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village girl pillage mind on the first sight
hazel eyes gazelle runs hair dark night

barn's smell holds tale fathomless deep
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to tell you a secret
where my eyes roamed
while in the forest
where my eyes homed
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