by Atul Chandra Sarkar
We are not birds,
We are not free,
To fly anywhere,
To nest in any tree;
Between us is a border,
Religion, caste, creed,
Prejudices and biases,
Color and materialistic greed;
The threat of honor-killing,
Like a dagger does dangle,
The threat of acid throw,
Ever ready to mangle;
I am aware of intolerance,
I am aware of hate,
Ah! but what to do?
Honestly, I cannot wait;
I hunger for your kiss,
I long for your form,
To feel your heart-beats,
Your clasp, cozy and warm;
You are my forbidden apple,
My passion wants to bite you,
Love defies all confinement,
Ironically tantalizing is taboo.
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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