by Atul Chandra Sarkar
The world lives,
As long as I do,
It perishes the moment,
I am out of view!
Death is a guest,
There’s no time for its visit,
No door can stop its entry,
Wherever life does exist;
Soar beyond the zenith,
Or into the nadir dive,
Death is a certainty,
For anything alive!
It can come in a pin,
A virus, bomb or gun,
In a glass of wine,
In a joke or fun;
When it comes naturally,
Death is an incident,
When it comes abruptly,
Death is an accident!
Celebrate life as it goes by,
Who knows when you shall die,
Let’s share love and live in peace,
Let’s be honest and never lie;
Sip the very last drop,
Before the droop of eye-lashes,
Before the soul flees and the body,
Ends up life in scattered fly-ashes.
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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 23, 2016