Pradip Chattopadhyay Poems

A pain gnaws him as he looks out to the falling day.

On this land of dimmer glow and vaster stretch
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A fear in the certainty

A bliss in the forgetting!
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Buried in the quagmire of questions

the lonely traveler gasps.
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That hour made me busy
questions were easy
not yielding a moment
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My finance is getting no better
Fast is thinning my purse
My pocket is now a deep crater
Where money is growing sparse!
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Xx will never write poetry
His senses are too occupied
With his surround's passing scenery
Holding them in gaze wide eyed!
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The most uncommonly heroic
goes by the name
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Your hair was then
an ocean

Your feet
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