Pradip Chattopadhyay Poems

Under the sunburned clay tiles
Her face was a pond.

Sweats’ dewdrops on her almond skin
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A little of me I left in mother’s womb
A little I left in her heart
And now that’s gone with her in the tomb
I feel it’s no more my part!
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around are men moving faceless
a blurred streak in the rush
a nonentity with no address
like the man sitting next in the bus!
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Keep them close hold them tight
with them be as long you can
love them whole day and night
life is too brief a span!
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Sweet voice faceless
Nice words she tells
But she means business
She needs to raise her sells!
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There came a monkey on the roof
he had this raised in his mind
long stayed in the jungle aloof
was time he met his superior kind.
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Our green budgerie
Feels not weary
Sitting on her legs
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Today is 7 7 14

Starting from 1st Jan 2002
Such perfectly summed up dates
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Whenever I go to the roof to spend some time my own
find the chunk of the past I left memories rusty grown
see there shadows of father hear his walking feet
if I strain my senses hard even hear his heart beat!
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The old man tells the hours almost perfectly
From the length of shadows
Having walked the length of life
Without ever needing a clock!
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