Treasure Island

Pradip Chattopadhyay

(28.01.1961 / Kolkata)

The Shining Lamp


An angel that goes around
With his shining lamp,
A poet earth bound
Leaves his stamp
On fresh drops of dew
Old thoughts ringing anew,
He showers the budding minds
Praising words he surely finds,
Always encouraging a born mate,
Seeds hopes for a blooming poet.

Submitted: Friday, August 09, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, August 28, 2013

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A tribute to Dave Alan Walker

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  • Mohabeer Beeharry (8/17/2013 4:53:00 AM)

    A poet is someone who feels a little deeper into things.
    Sometimes even angels helps him write,
    I like this short writing.
    Curt, straight and insight

    Mohabeer Beeharry (Report) Reply

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