Pradip Chattopadhyay

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

The Shadow On The Window - Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay

Her dark silhouette moved beyond the grilled window
Was she a living woman, an apparition, or a shadow?

In the evening sitting there her head bowed low
I loved to think of her a ghost on the window.

That house from ours was within a stone’s throw
At that time looked remote now only I know.

Her hands they always moved what she was up to
Was she knitting corpses’ shroud I had little clue.

Don’t look at her, mom would say, stay away from her
Her words ran me down the window didn’t seem far.

Quickly I shut my eyes there was no way I could dare
To ignore mom’s caution and had her in my stare.

I went back to my homework not that I much willed
But lessons had to be learnt pages had to be filled.

I heard ghosts could pass through wall anyplace they could be
What if she had stopped her work and come looking for me?

I sat frozen in benumbed fear my courage they all fled
For courage would be of no use when dealing with the dead.

I wasn’t safe alone cried out 'mom' to find her I frightfully ran
Passed by the house the grilled window but there wasn’t a woman.

Comments about The Shadow On The Window by Pradip Chattopadhyay

  • Silver Star - 4,076 Points Wahab Abdul (10/31/2013 10:58:00 AM)

    wow, fantastic story, i love it to read again and again... you have talent to write beautiful poems..10 (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 31, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, October 31, 2013

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