by Atul Chandra Sarkar
Come along, come along, come along with me,
I heard the river sing a song, come along with me;
She washed her shores, she bathed her banks,
She filled up pitchers, she filled up tanks;
She shook the reeds, she combed the weeds,
She bent the rushes, carried twigs and seeds;
She stirred boats and oars, with boatmen shook hands,
She narrated stories of strange, new lands;
She kissed the pebbles on her soft bed,
She took idols and flowers, the living and dead;
From where did the river come, where did she go,
I cannot say, I do not know;
Through rocks and hyacinths, I just saw the river go,
Thought-provoking, amazing, a lovely, pageant show;
I heard the river sing a song, come along with me,
The show of life must go on, don’t stop, just go, go, go!
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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 16, 2016