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Pradip Chattopadhyay
Poems
May 2014
I visit that place often
I visit that place often
where the road takes a blind turn
walk along all the lost men
in them wildfires burn.
I visit that place often
where the road is a fossil
of past years' left behind pain
that rancours inside still.
I visit that place often
where still stands the ruin
of all the grown men
who once there had been.
I visit that place often
where lie the ashes' urn
sigh the souls of dead men
killed by lovers' spurn.
I visit that place often
for it's where I made a start
to gather first grain of corn
heart's first stardust.
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Pradip Chattopadhyay
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