Pradip Chattopadhyay Poems

She leaves a scent for me when away.

On those lonely nights I take her to bed
Taste the nectars of her womanhood
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Getting out from the waves
She walked away to the rice bran haze
As the summer heat drove the sands mad
I knew what she had gone for.
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Nice to see you are opening the shop.

Saying this
I search for lines of distress on her face
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The monk with his disciples was traveling by car
The journey was long and arduous
When with a screech stopped it a flat tyre
Causing them a break from the rush!
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I called him the tin box man.

His smile was sweeter than all his cakes and pastries.
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you're no good
A drop of tear fell on his food
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Don’t come to the cemetery at night Peter Xalxo would say
If you are so inclined make your visits in the day
For often in the evening when exam worries were gone
I would go to the cemetery and sit on some tombstone.
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on my nose
a cold pin prick
I wonder what's the reason
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When I shooed the cat
It spoke out kinda human voice
So all your knowledge has come to that
Acting only on selfish choice!
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