I will love the light for it shows me the way, yet I will endure the darkness for it shows me the stars. — Og Mandino

po_Chattopadhyay-Pradip1Pradip Chattopadhyay is a creative Copywriter who loves to express his thoughts in rhymes.





Pradip Chattopadhyay

A torn shirt smeared in red
On the table calmly sleeps the dead
Strewn around are organs and the heart
Incredible to imagine them as the departed’s part!
Useless as they are now experimental blocks
Drained of life heedless to the clocks
No love no emotion in the cold dim room
Is living natural or more so is doom?
Reeking of the dead eerie scissors sweep
One by one they cut strong and deep
Dismembering the lover cutting through the brave
But no show of courage when the abode is grave!
Drying bloods of passion drip from the dead
The once living corpse on the table goes fade
With no words or voice feelings blown away
He could at last make the coroner’s day!