Pranabkumar Chattopadhyay Poems

Slice land, more slices, piece father, grandfather
erect fence on them, more, more, more...
We want uniqueness, our own heaven, or hell.
Still want fences, break more, more
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The Mom
The text you just walked over,
some other looking around clearing mucus's from their noses
and some other clearing their internal shower effortlessly on it,
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That bird whistling in a strange classical way today
it's unknown to us, where is that vocal classical, storm like tan swargam?
Without mir, taan, gamak shrill scream of the untrained, untrained, unheard Anukomal Rishabh's soft vibration! Unknown to me, unknown and the sound of the whistle!
Where the thunder fell far away, the clouds are calling from the morning; Did you get an honorary delete?
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The dish-glass-bowl are clanging
Why so many black clouds and lightning in the sky today?
when gods not able to understand them how human feels that
Yet the sweet wave comes on the strings of Tanpura
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A tear has settled on the page in the guise of letters,
Mistaken for a picture, as it goes up for auction,
the crowd contemplates, If wrath descends,
if questions arise in the southern breeze,
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Boon

I was the one who held onto your trembling body,
While you bonded with the serpent for life!
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Part 1
So many kinds of lovers bathed in light—I never tried to understand.
A lump of flesh bloomed into a moon, wrapped in cloudy fabric,
A dividing line lit by the magic of a hand.
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Part 1
So many kinds of lovers bathed in light—I never tried to understand.
A lump of flesh bloomed into a moon, wrapped in cloudy fabric,
A dividing line lit by the magic of a hand.
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Smearing the dropping sunlight the smile standing
On the courtyard in rows
The language made by the sound of dried leaves, that
Language is the collision of heavy boots.
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‘Aaaa…Eeee….yutsammmm…..nituiiiii….hetaiiiii
onk onk hoos siim, hoos siim onk.’
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