Pradip Chattopadhyay Poems

On the floor mat stains of blood are still not dry
The hole at back of head now clogged with blood clot
The body lies on its face the room is filled with her cry
The sleuth is hot on the trail to unravel the plot.
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The thing I hate most
is when I have to switch off the light
paving way for ghosts
to rule my night!
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I have no words for so many things.

when god's brush slips from his hand
his colors splatter over the sky
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In the crowded platform
he sure was the dancing peacock
in his heart was blowing a storm
he feigned though looking at the station clock.
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The mother cat is teaching her kittens fast
Leave them she must
In another few days.
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Glistens the bones in moonlight
Ones within the one outside
Has no answer the fairy night
Why bones’ glare the dog can’t hide!
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The kingfisher knocks to call me
friend of you I do beg
make some time from poetry
find me a place to lay an egg.
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Good morning her sweet voice rings in my ear
But in my eyes his sweat dripping labor
Makes me feel a sinner.
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like poetry she's giving me bad habits

whenever she eats
her fingers would scoop a morsel or two
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His sweats a salty syrup
He muttered time is up
And crashed with a mighty splash!
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