by Atul Chandra Sarkar
May be one partying evening
Or a bright morn,
When a familiar body fragrance,
Suddenly turns you on,
Someone somewhere tells you
That I’m not, I’m gone.
Just close your eyes,
See me in you,
I’ll make a leaf of you
And myself a dew!
Let not tears dampen
The warmth of parting,
Let not your lament,
Delay the unknotting.
Be happy that I have luckily
Crossed over the threshold,
Be happy that I’m fortunate
My Creator to behold!
Just extend your hand
To contain a palmful of rain,
I know you cannot
So why feel the pain?
I know no one can
So why feel the pain?
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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 17, 2014