Pradip Chattopadhyay Poems

There was once a family of three miserly men
Miserably miserly they were, spending money was such pain
So when they had to travel for business to another state
For the three they bought only a half ticket.
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The barrel filled with ink spill on the sheet
Pulsate in joy dance to heartbeat
They dry up quick but not before
Sealing on paper all heart’s outpour.
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If you were a bird
with a poetic brain
could draw your thoughts
needed no key or pen
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Missed the ‘l’ typed the ‘r’
Clime became crime
Don’t think I strayed too far
It was in tune with the time
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If you call it a digression, I have to agree
Not every mundane occurrence can be made into poetry.
Take for instance what happened the other day in the bus
An aged woman was struggling to cope with the office rush.
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On the desert stretch looking a perfect wretch trudges along the guy
In heavy boots ravaged on route where eagles dare not fly
His hairs braided his face shaded under dark olive hat
The man alone to all unknown most perilous terrains chart!
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With change of season
He too changes for good reason
Time over but he still sees a chance
Young girls get his furtive glance.
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Whole day I carry a burden of load in mind
A way out of this maze I desperately try to find
Rewinds it like a flashback in a slow moving film
Was he at fault or wasn’t I unfair to him?
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You came
At the 5 o’clock dream
Sat with me for sometime
Touched once with your lips
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You left your smell in me
It won’t go with the ashes
I would not let wind carry it away
‘you are in me’, it would say!
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