by Atul Chandra Sarkar
You may have read
My poems,
A few, if not all:
Each one my outline
On melting ice;
Each one my sketch
On blowing sands;
Each one my reflection
In restless waters;
Each one my portrait
In moving clouds;
Yet, there remains,
A poem in the crypt
Of my being,
Lurking in dark corridors
Of emotions,
Which I have withheld
From spilling on paper
In poetic format;
I have held them back
From meeting friends
And foes too;
Hidden them behind
Smiling masks;
My undiluted truth
Shall not come to fore,
I’ll ensure that it isn’t
Exposed even if any
Of my mask is painful,
People have an obsessive
Weakness for deception,
With my masks
I’ll succeed in maintaining
Relationships.
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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 July 16, 2016