by Atul Chandra Sarkar
The tepid ocean incubates,
The cloud in its wavy nest,
Day by day,
The penne grows fluffy;
The thirsty earth looks up,
Cracked lips widen to receive;
In the next few days,
Feathers shall strengthen,
The wings for flight;
Hopeful eyes shall watch,
The white and dark swans,
Of clouds soar,
In the cerulean sky,
Migrate to ravenous destinations,
Such as the one, where I wait,
Like other forms of Life,
In squirmy eagerness;
I shall drench myself,
Satiate the tiniest pores,
I know, no one can satisfy me,
The way you do;
You descend in million forms,
For our good,
I have recognized you Beloved,
Hiding behind,
The lightning and thunder
Woven clouds,
Behind the storm and sleet,
Instilling frightful joy.
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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