The Cellar Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
The Cellar
Today the cellar will be closed
Will lie buried within
Ocean of tears
Dusty toils will turn to dust
Cold nights’ sweats
Will be forgotten years
Dreams made of hard rock
Passions of concrete block
Will sleep under lock
Today the cellar will be closed
Will lie buried within
Secret wishes’ sand
All tools of labor will rust
Dusty toils will turn to dust
Will gust no winds on its land
Underneath the dreamlaid ground
The cellar will be promise bound
By its own fate
To hold the tears all alone
Not letting it be ever known
Two hearts’ secret!
what cellar is it? o hold the tears all alone Not letting it be ever known Two hearts’ secret! very sad but wonderfully written..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/18/2024 7:13:59 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I wonder why the cellar has to be closed down! The poem could have been relished still more with the poet's notes! Enjoyed!