Pradip Chattopadhyay

(28.01.1961 / Kolkata)

Once In A Paradise


There may be snakes in the bush
I cautioned her.

This place she said you chose,
it's you brought me this far.

The lone grazing horse
cast us its saddest glance

filled with dark remorse
for the tethered neck and all the lost chance.

The weeded palace was palled in gloom
till lit a spark lovers' entwined arm
the king must have loved in this room
white satin on cold night bed warmed.

Roofless we moved not when came the rain
not let go what for long was kept walled
the horse knowingly neighed for what was to happen
in that paradise of an undying make believe world!

Submitted: Monday, July 14, 2014
Edited: Monday, July 14, 2014

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (Once In A Paradise by Pradip Chattopadhyay )

Enter the verification code :

Read all 2 comments »

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  9. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  10. Invictus
    William Ernest Henley

New Poems

  1. Convenienced With Options, Lawrence S. Pertillar
  2. People of the Book, Abdullah alHemaidy
  3. Soul In Turmoil, RoseAnn V. Shawiak
  4. Public Limited Company Safety Catch, Terence G. Craddock
  5. Cry Tears (Secret Message Poem), Ronald Chapman
  6. I am married to the Muses, Hebert Logerie
  7. Limited Suffix Finances Warms Limited Li.., Terence G. Craddock
  8. Counting Sheep, Ronald Chapman
  9. Unprepared To Sit And Listen, Lawrence S. Pertillar
  10. Athens Shall Burn For the 3rd Time, Joseph DeMarco

Poem of the Day

poet Edgar Allan Poe

Kind solace in a dying hour!
Such, father, is not (now) my theme-
I will not madly deem that power
Of Earth may shrive me of the sin
...... Read complete »

 

Modern Poem

poet Jacques Prevert

 

Member Poem

[Hata Bildir]