by Atul Chandra Sarkar
That too was a day,
When you used to say:
In fair or foul weather,
We shall walk together,
What is a prick?
What is a thorn?
What is like being left in the lurch?
What is being forlorn?
Together we shall sip
From the cup of life sweet-sour,
The sky is not the limit,
We shall go more far;
Why then do I stand today
All alone between the lines,
The train has disappeared in the fog,
I cannot even see the signs.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Double Post Graduate in Philosophy and Sociology and LLB degree-holder, a Gold Medalist from Canning College, University of Lucknow, U.P. India. Presently engaged as Advisor (Industrial Relations) and Public Information Officer (Corporate) at Uttar Pradesh Rajya Vidyut Utpadan Nigam Ltd., Lucknow, Uttar Pradesh, India and is a Guest Faculty at Electricity Training Institute, Sarojini Nagar, Lucknow, Uttar Pradesh on the Right to Information Act, 2005. An Advocate registered with the Bar Council. Articles, poems and short stories have been published in popular National dailies like Pioneer, Northern India Patrika, Times of India, Campus Verse, Shaktivani, etc. A Blogger at Times of India's speakingtree and having a flair for oil painting. A democratic, liberal and humanist to the core.
Last updated November 14, 2014