by Atul Chandra Sarkar
In a world where only
Money has a place,
I wonder if my smile
Can glow up your face.
Well, that’s what all,
I possess today,
My smile is priceless,
It makes the day.
It’s straight from
The depth of my heart,
Like fragrance arising
From an unseen start.
And yes, I can give
A garland of blessing,
A wreathe of love:
Sweeter than caressing.
My caressing cannot
Make a successful bid;
'Coz with age and wrinkles
It has become insipid.
My winter is cold,
Lonely and broken,
Yet my smile can be
An unforgettable token.
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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 13, 2014