by Atul Chandra Sarkar
Each coming moment
Is a mystery,
Each passing moment
Is a history.
What holds tomorrow?
Bliss pr sorrow?
Each moment shall enter
A cell of memory:
These buds, these fruits
Shall blossom and wither,
Each who is 'here'
Must go hither-thither;
No matter how much
You peruse every text,
No one can prophesy
What in the moment next?
Each coming moment
Something shall bring,
Each passing moment,
Shall tease and sting;
The sphere is spinning
On the finger of Time,
I came in some moment,
I'll go when needles chime.
Each passing moment
Is a history,
Each coming moment
Is a mystery?
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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 15, 2014