by Atul Chandra Sarkar
When I am away from your eyes,
What do I remain?
Just a name, just a thought,
Just a print on the brain;
A name, which you may call,
As many times as you please,
Your voice shall awaken echo,
Echo too shall cease;
A thought, which shall raise,
Many a thought to their feet,
In vain, they shall loiter,
Down the vacant, mental street;
A print which shall picture me
Young, whether old or dead,
A print which shall not erase,
Until you are dead.
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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 June 24, 2016