Pradip Chattopadhyay

Silver Star - 3,267 Points (28.01.1961 / Kolkata)

Grow Up Not, Child - Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay

Little child stop growing old
The world is not a happy place
Full of sufferings untold
Worries to disfigure your face!
Your smiles are till now so sweet
In your eyes flows the river of innocence
But as you grow up they will retreat
To burden your heart with pains!
Little child you would rather not grow
The world is not as simple as you
In your heart streams of joy flow
You glisten like the morn’s drop of dew!

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 27, 2013

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 27, 2013

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