Pradip Chattopadhyay Poems

As I see on the TV the little children dance
I realize in my heart the world has no chance
victims they are of the adult mind's greed
whipped to grow up forced out of seed!
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My silent tears
my depressions
my implosive dreams
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Nobody can understand me
can understand my malady
nor is there a foolproof therapy
a curing remedy!
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Stubble mushrooming his chin
he showed up on the door
without his trademark grin
he looked clearly sore.
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It may seem so dull extraordinarily mundane
Like a movie seen yesterday to be seen again
Frame by frame alike dialogues repetitive
Seen before you go to bed heard before you leave!
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On a bed of flowers love is born.
Let it not die
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Will it
Till it
Fill it
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Fried brinjal rolled in flatbread
Her magic recipe of love homemade
What treasure they hold what charm unlocks
When sharp at two opens up lunchbox!
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On a y-shaped twig hanging on the stream
The kingfisher was absorbed in fishy dream
Move close I told myself move as close
To make sure you shoot its meditative pose.
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When the evening glimmers day slowly turns dead
I peek at my watch sweet six in my head
Walk in windy sprint in cheerful childly gait
To reach home in time meet you sweet mate!
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