by Atul Chandra Sarkar
I have been waiting so long,
For a glimpse
Of my Beloved,
That I ought to have been
Dismayed, but I am not;
Endless waiting has ruptured me,
Yet, I am neither broken,
Nor worn, nor torn,
‘Coz though Unseen,
I can feel Him,
The coolest of warmest Love;
He has pulled me close,
Nay, the closest He could do,
I have become His flute;
My softest groans,
Escape through embouchures,
The apertures waft
Poignant melodies,
Touching souls;
My listeners are lost,
In the Divine Bliss,
Of my Beloved’s
Infinite Love.
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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