Pradip Chattopadhyay

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

Pradip Chattopadhyay Poems

1321. Matla River 8/24/2014
1322. Honey Grove 8/25/2014
1323. Faye 8/26/2014
1324. It's Such A Burden To Be Good 8/31/2014
1325. Road Doggy 8/12/2014
1326. Snake Park 8/11/2014
1327. What Makes It? 8/7/2014
1328. Prisoned In The August Rain 8/8/2014
1329. Writing 8/9/2014
1330. Devil Tree 7/26/2014
1331. Resting Noon Dream 8/9/2014
1332. Where Winds The River 8/3/2014
1333. I Need Her In My Eyes 8/2/2014
1334. Ross Island 8/2/2014
1335. Not A Big Deal 7/31/2014
1336. I Believe 7/31/2014
1337. On The Wood Apple Tree 11/17/2014
1338. When You Write 11/13/2014
1339. Barn's Smell 11/13/2014
1340. To Tell You A Secret 11/4/2014
1341. Falling Sunlight 11/3/2014
1342. Lotus 10/26/2014
1343. When You Have Me 10/29/2014
1344. There's A Visitor In Our House 10/28/2014
1345. An Autumn Day 10/11/2014
1346. Dogma 10/5/2014
1347. The Dimwit 10/3/2014
1348. Attitude 9/30/2014
1349. The Ferry 9/27/2014
1350. You'Re Right And Wrong 9/25/2014
1351. I Read The Old Man A Book 9/24/2014
1352. Attachments 9/18/2014
1353. And Then There Were None 9/20/2014
1354. Sirpent 9/20/2014
1355. Unnamed 9/15/2014
1356. In That April Shadow 9/16/2014
1357. Write Me One 9/13/2014
1358. The Soil's Tears 1/24/2012
1359. From Beyond Waves' Roar 6/13/2014
1360. Traveler's Malady 4/28/2014
Best Poem of Pradip Chattopadhyay

1924: A Love Story

The day you walked in
Stood on my door
You were nineteen
I was twenty four.
A look at your face
Weakened my knees
In your sweet fairness
I experienced bliss.
Throbbed hard my heart
My body felt so light
That spelt the start
Of my love at first sight!
The day you walked in
There wasn't anymore
Happiness for nineteen
Peace for twenty four.

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Ritual

Every morning he goes to the church
though not religious, not really much
tidily dressed, looking so neat
the routine is a way, for him a habit
he prays for nothing, nothing he wants
it's all ritual, the prayers he chants
Years roll by, he grows frail and old
till he is laid in a coffin, dark and cold
the hearse carries him to the church he went

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