by Atul Chandra Sarkar
I meandered through the woods,
Of thoughts clinched,
By climbers of emotions,
Until, I reached the aisle,
That had made its way,
Through shrubs and grasses,
Abloom with wild flowers;
You were there again with me,
My arm fencing you,
My words assuring you,
You smiled as we stepped on,
Pretty, fragrant petals,
Of unknown flowers;
Then came the junction,
Branching into two:
One less traveled;
The other more;
I looked at you, faint smiles,
Were the best words,
A choked throat could speak;
You left for the path,
That many had taken,
The path of betrayal,
I thought you’d return,
At least, look back,
Oh! no, you did not;
Springs have come,
Springs have gone,
Yet my denuded woods,
Waits for Spring.
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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 August 21, 2016