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pradip chattopadhyay, 2 march 2012

Only She Can

The child is smiling, sunshine surrounds her
Let sorrow never touch her, she has to go afar
The child is innocent, simple is her life
She will be a woman, someday someone’s wife.
The child is smiling, her face a beaming moon
It doesn’t stop here, a woman she’ll be soon
Now she doesn’t care, she is free and wild
But she has to grow up, can’t remain a child.
The child is running, abandoned and gay
Let it be like this, like this let her stay
But it’s in her nature, to become a woman
To make the world beautiful, in a way only she can.

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pradip chattopadhyay, 1 march 2012

You Aren't Sure

There on the rock wall
The sun kisses the last time
Then it bows and bids farewell
For the evening to spin her rhyme.
But you hope there’ll be a morrow
The transient night will end
The darkness will be a passing sorrow
With the new dawn you will amend.
There on the mountain peaks
The sun clings one last time
Then another world it seeks
Here the evening spins her rhyme.
But you aren’t sure there’ll be a morrow
And the night that arrives will end
The darkness will be a passing sorrow
Gifting you a day to amend!

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pradip chattopadhyay, 1 march 2012

Remembering the Poet

They mourn the dead
Though with time the memories fade
He was nice they say
Good responsible kind
In life a fruitful stay
He would live in their mind.
He was a loving dad
To her a good husband
They all feel sad
His exit from this land
Thus they praise his glory
Each with a different story
But such is his fate
None remembers the poet!

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pradip chattopadhyay, 29 february 2012

A Note for Me

You left me a piece of note
Many seasons ago
I moved away I forgot
It is stuck in my heart though!
When I open the window
It comes with the light
With the winds the words blow
Comes back in the dream of midnight
I have forgotten the words though!
It remains with me a musical note
The tunes of which still flow
I moved away I forgot
It is stuck in my heart though!

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pradip chattopadhyay, 8 february 2012

The best place for truth

“Wake up Jane, got something to tell you,
I have ceased to love you”.
“Oh, I knew it all along”, she said,
“but didn’t let you know I knew!”
“I knew you were soon done with me,
but made it up by a pretense of love,
and it must have been so painful for you”.
“Why, Jane? Why didn’t you tell me?”
“cause sometimes the best place for truth
is in the heart, that’s why!”
“what’s the truth you guarded in your heart?”
“it matters little to you, my selfishness”
“what selfishness?”, I cried,
“loving you knowing it would not come back!”

I woke up from the dream and knew….
I couldn’t let it out of my heart!

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pradip chattopadhyay, 1 february 2012

Because I got you easy

I haven’t ever known you, truly -
I got you easily, without a price.
It’s like the closeness of the birds
To the silvery clouds,
The treetops’ brush with the sky,
Too known is your face.
How could I ever know you were priceless!

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pradip chattopadhyay, 25 january 2012

Still the Stranger

Yesterday you were a smoke,
The wisps of clouds on your face
Barred my view of you.
I was fool enough to think
I could penetrate your layers.
Yesterday you were an unread book
The cover on the hidden words
Barred my view of you.
I was knave enough to think
I could read you out to the end.
Today you are still the stranger
With a stranger that’s me!

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pradip chattopadhyay, 21 january 2012

Hug Land

On a shore where the waves embrace the sand
Lies the hug land.
“No words, please, we only hug and kiss”
is all you will find,
speaking there is only with mind!
They were not late
To know words only complicate,
Makes a mess
Of what the heart says.
Rotten clichéd stale
They more often fail
To make the desired sense,
More potent is silence.
Lover, sister, brother
Each hugs the other
In this faraway retreat,
They hug anyone they meet.

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pradip chattopadhyay, 19 january 2012

Her Coming of Age

The golden tinge of the shy sun
Peeked onto her pinkness
The youthful night was full of fun
Leaving residues on her face!
Whole night the storm blew
That no cover could protect
Denser the darkness grew
Hankering for a climax perfect!
It’s still there the bed sheet
Spotless without a stain on it
Gone is the storm with its rage
Pinkness stolen, she has come of age!

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pradip chattopadhyay, 18 january 2012

Coming of Rain

The prelude is a dark cloud
On the soil the drop’s din
Overcoming the arid shroud
The earth is once again green.
From the soil the earthworm burrows
Will pour out heart’s hidden streams
Burying the slumber of the morose
Reviving the dormant dreams!

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Only She Can

You Aren't Sure

Remembering the Poet

A Note for Me

The best place for truth

Because I got you easy

Still the Stranger

Hug Land

Her Coming of Age

Coming of Rain

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