by Atul Chandra Sarkar
Sunsets and sunset years,
Have one thing in common:
The hand of God:
Sculpting successive forms,
Shapes of things to be,
Or not to be?
Smooth transition of colors,
Shades and hues,
Aromas, tangs, whiffs,
Emetic stench,
Meetings and partings,
Petals and pricks,
Pleasures and pains,
Joys and sorrows,
Tears and smiles,
Who shall see:
Shadows of petals,
Who shall see:
Petals of shadows;
Who shall see:
Sun-set in the sun-rise,
Who shall see;
Sun-rise in the sun-set;
Stages that shall come,
A pause,
A stop,
A halt,
A junction,
A cross-road,
A destination,
The end of a beginning,
The beginning of an end!
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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 April 10, 2015