Pradip Chattopadhyay Poems

Between my awes at the centuries old sculptures
She was lost from my sight.
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Who else but only the miser knows
Preciousness of attachment!
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Happiness I would let the world know
the griefs would be buried in my mind
when I take the last bow
would love to leave a joyous trail behind.
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moonlight's shadows on bats' wings
in the sky the stars abound
but keep me busy so many things
my eyes are stuck in ground.
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He went from one room to the other

Unable to go any farther
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A hundred bucks I gave her

She was not selling herself
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Watch their belly
their dying eyes
know all my talks of wisdom
are my escapes in disguise!
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Blurred and fast they race
the intangible senses on my walkway
dragging me through a maze of madness
my perceived traverse of each day!
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It's only today
and yesterday seems never was
believed its promise to stay
never thought was so treacherous!
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