Pradip Chattopadhyay

Silver Star - 3,265 Points (28.01.1961 / Kolkata)

Miracles - Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay

Perches on my window
My mustached friend bulbul,
Finds me shaving,
A stray bird and I call it a miracle,
It pecks from my hand tidbits of food
Not scared at all
Looks deep into my eyes
And plants there a sunrise,
Asks the bird, ‘why do you shave,
And not save your beard
For the time it would fit your sunken face
When it would tell
There aren’t any of us around,
No miracle of waking up each morn
With our sounds’!

It knows miracles are drying up.

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Comments about Miracles by Pradip Chattopadhyay

  • Silver Star - 4,393 Points Lorraine Colon (8/15/2013 6:26:00 PM)

    I hope miracles don't dry up yet. I still am waiting for one. Enjoyed reading your poem (Report) Reply

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  • Silver Star - 3,936 Points Dave Walker (8/15/2013 12:10:00 PM)

    A great poem, like it, a great write. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 15, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, August 16, 2013


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