by Atul Chandra Sarkar
My family tree took me,
Four generations back,
I searched for my roots
Wondering: who were they,
Where had they gone,
Why no one had recorded,
A word about them,
Their names, their birthplace,
Their vocation, their migration,
How did they look like,
Dark or fair, good-looking
Or not so good,
How would we react,
If we happened to meet again,
Would it be all surprises,
Mixed with Joys and pain,
Would we cry with glee,
Or laugh our hearts out,
Shall we ever meet,
Or shall we never,
Not until the Judgment day?
My search for roots,
Gave my thoughts wings,
Ah! wings of feather and wax,
That melted in reality,
One more Icarus plummeted,
On the surface of roots,
Most of which hid
In the bowels of earth.
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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