by Atul Chandra Sarkar
My beloved is He,
Who weaves Creation,
From Nothing but Himself;
The Timeless who allots time;
He is the One but His reflection,
Is in the mirror of every soul;
He is the Sun who shines in every wave,
The Fragrance that wafts from each flower,
The Intoxication that brews in hearts,
The Dream, which unfolds in eyes,
The Reality, which unfurls in existence,
The Air from which He shares breath,
The Life from which he allots life spans;
I care the least, what people have to say,
I am mad after Him, ‘coz I know,
He alone can allay my fears, my pains,
He is my redemption;
All others are but consolation,
He is the panacea for his lovers;
The remedy for ingenuous insanity.
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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 September 19, 2016