by Atul Chandra Sarkar
Look how I rest,
My body on one hand,
With the other one,
Stretching to get you,
Stoop over me,
My cloud,
I am your earth,
Inundate me,
With love,
Plow me,
With care,
I wish to harvest,
A dream,
That completes me;
Hug and caress me,
Without end,
Churn up passion,
Until we blend,
Into the horizon:
The plane of fusion,
Where genders melt,
And the physical acme,
Reaches a celestial point.
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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 July 25, 2016