Dr Tapan Kumar Pradhan
Autobiography of an Award Winning Poet
I wanted a medal, and so I went
to the awarding committee vice president
and showed him all my poems and asked:
'Would you consider me for an award? '
'Your poems are all so simple and straight -
with no sign of style or high intellect;
even a schoolboy can plain understand them -
how can we award you for your poem? '
So I returned next day with a bunch of new
poems steeped in philosophy of high brow:
'Ah! they look now much better', he said,
'But which Party do you follow - Right or Left? '
I frankly said I belonged to neither,
whereupon he said, ''Your ... more »
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Dr Tapan Kumar Pradhan Poems
Give Me That Promotion, Sir!
<center> How are you, sir? I was just passing by,
A Woman's Scent
That night when my mother took me to her breasts I knew woman had a scent quite different from man's...
A Prayer to God
Hails to thee, Lord! In your praise we offered a thousand oblations broke a hundred coconuts, and offered prayers
Haiku on Soul
Soul to the Body: - 'So how are you, buddy? ' 'Not dead yet...'
I, She and the Sea
Sombre though we were we knew - For the hearts beneath our skins did throb, As the surf surged up the sun swept shore And we lay in repose in gold sands galore -
Wind in the Afternoon
An assault of cabbage leaves on the pavement Tries vainly to cover up the manholes; Splattered egg yolk on the serrated kerb: Two men look from the window. Wind blows.
I Love You, Vani Vihar
However your memories lacerate my heart, However your ideology sells in the mart - Voices of pedagogues shriek from afar Here in the murkiness of Parija Library
Like a princess she comes at the appointed hour floating like a shadow through the stillness of night
It Can Happen to You Anywhere...
Your enemies can do it, your friends can do it to you. Your driver, doctor neighbour, neighbourhood shopkeeper your uncle, your priest, your teacher
full bare breasts clasped in a tight embrace, lips glued to the jutting nipple
A Fixed Match
That hushed silence, that beating of the heart, biting of the nails, and that racing of the blood excitement in the stands, tension in the pavilion, frenzied munching of popcorns in the galleries –
Bitty Mohanty's Denial
I did not do it - it just happened one night we could have slept easily in separate rooms but she said a single room could be cheaper she also felt lonely and needed someone near
Hour of Coming
Death does not come when you call him However much you call, he never comes: He comes only at his appointed hour - Playing hide and seek, biding his time
At the Bus Stop
<i>Eight-thirty! </i>.... still no sign of the bus - The driver must be sipping his coffee By some roadside <i>dhaba</i>, why should he care If the passengers suffer? …… if I suffer?
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Give Me That Promotion, Sir!
How are you, sir?
I was just passing by,
thought I might as well drop in
and enquire about your health, sir.
How is your stomach, sir, I am sure
by now it should be perfectly alright, sir.
And how is madam, sir
such a marvellous, gracious lady
I always look upon her as my mother, sir
Whatever she tells me is a command for me
so kind-hearted and down to earth,
even my own mother could never
inspire me so much in life, sir.
And how is your son, sir.
Such a dashing, intelligent, fashionable young man,
of all people I ...