by Atul Chandra Sarkar
Love is holding hand,
As tight as can be,
While crossing the road,
Or feeling lonely,
Love is waiting patiently,
For years together,
Looking for the rainbow,
In bone-dry weather,
Love is forever peeping,
Outside the window,
Waiting home-coming,
To get back the old glow,
Love is lending a ear,
To every distress call,
Love is rushing help,
In slips and fall,
Love is kerchief,
That wipes out tear,
Love is embrace,
That drives out fear,
Love is desire to sit together,
For breakfast, lunch, dinner,
Love is a unique game,
Which has no winner;
Love is not convincing,
The other in words,
Love is calling the other,
In the whistle of birds.
Love is a prism that,
Rainbows in proper light,
Love is holding the skeleton,
Even after life’s flight.
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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 June 27, 2016