Sudip Chatterjee Poems

Cry! No, it's not a midnight cry;
Cry of daily life,
Cry of anguish, cry of pain,
Cry of respect melted in rain.
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A man of fifty
Has passed the half of life,
A man of fifty
Is so wise & ripe.
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Yes I am a cobbler.
I make your shoes polish,
Who has hard life day & night;
Yes I am a cobbler.
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When I lie on the bed
The sleep comes through air,
I am in dream but not in nightmare.
My mind on the way amid the beauty of nature,
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Colour of a day not equal to all,
Sometimes sunshine, sometimes fall.
Though misery goes through the air,
It calls the day bright & fair.
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Friend friend come & play with me
No one in the house,
Such a distort day I am very alone
Seeing at gauze.
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Mingling in the jovial mood
Have come so far,
Where peace in risk
Life has been tar.
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One who dreams of propitious life,
Keeping the hope in a pocket
With full of mirth & surprise.
One who cherishes the sweetest thoughts,
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