Pradip Chattopadhyay Poems

Still with me his memory stays
A boy I knew in childhood days
On street corner he bore the sun
From rain emptied road didn't run!
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Upon sleepy creek she rests
calm water dull august noon
memory are now all the crests
riding the waves in the moon!
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We turn blind in faith
war for religion

stick stiff
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Make choice
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A plastic bag without a handle
A pair of straps without a sandal
A briefcase with rusted locks
A pair of old worn out socks
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And then there were none.

They came and they went..
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You know my maths teacher
He was my greatest torment
Though I had to address him sir
Would rather have called him sirpent!
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Perches on my window
My mustached friend bulbul,
Finds me shaving,
A stray bird and I call it a miracle,
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Fed by a ceaseless downpour
The river was in eruptive spate
The dam they said can’t take anymore
It must be opened the lock gate.
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On the park bench
two lovers
were perfecting the art of love!
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