by Atul Chandra Sarkar
Leave me alone and let me face
The brutality of my dumb isolation,
I shall count the footsteps of Time
Pacing into the valley of night,
Fraught with the eerie song of crickets,
And, hear the dogs cry outside my door.
Tonight, I shall peel off the scab
From the wound your parting gave;
I shall watch blood ooze out
And my trickling tears turn red;
The sickle moon shall slash me,
I will hear the wind laugh
As it puffs up my shroud;
I shall kindle my pyre,
And watch the multi-tongued fire
Devour me dust to dust;
I shall die tonight; and yet breathe,
To muster strength and collect my ashes,
With which I shall re-mould myself,
A newer me who can stay without you,
And bear the burden of my coffin
Across the lonely road of life.
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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