by Atul Chandra Sarkar
I missed you a lot
When you left me,
Your memory took away
My adored liberty.
Your speechless portrait
Spoke to me,
Of the days gone by,
The days of felicity.
I extended my hand,
You did not hold,
Yet, at times I felt your touch,
A touch that was cold.
You called me across the meadow,
Across the rippling stream;
I saw you in and out of me,
I saw you in my dream.
Each day in sequence
Passed into the past,
And vultures of remembrance
Pecked the dead 'me'.
Only wings fluttered
In the blue nullity,
Your memory took away
My adored liberty.
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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 November 13, 2014