Pradip Chattopadhyay Poems

The child always thought mom didn't treat her fair
Never one good word for her labor not one kind gesture
She got only her rebuke and never once her care
In his mind all these were when she started having an affair.
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He drives with flair..
millionaire billionaire
and such people
on money's stack
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can sense her from a distance
when she moves towards me
till it reaches a crescendo
when she is closest as close could be!
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Like flickers on wall of candlelight
will what remain
of the shadows of night
and its memories of pain!
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She was nowhere to be seen.

But I had stepped awhile aside
For a moment to myself
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worry not I tell her
finding her morose
better time is not far
things can't get worse.
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