by Atul Chandra Sarkar
He grew old, he grew cold,
He floated out of sight,
He who enlightened my life,
Departed at the end of night.
The impartial fire took him,
I watched him turn to ashes,
Words came for consolation,
A kerchief for wet eye-lashes.
Days, nights, waxed and waned,
They all went the oblivion way,
He came in reveries and dreams,
Only to go far, far away.
He’s no more in his chair,
He’s no more in his bed,
I haven’t seen him for years,
Yet I believe, he’s not 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 January 05, 2016