Pradip Chattopadhyay Poems

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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Potholed road full busload, rumble cloud rain,
Hole in sky angers fly, groan they all in pain,
Flooded way joy at bay, no relief respite,
Begged it rain summer’s pain, scorching day and night,
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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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The boy loves the girl at the door,
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She doesn’t know
what i’m on the other side
friend or foe!
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