by Atul Chandra Sarkar
One whiff of rumour,
Disturbs us all;
One share of humour,
Thrills us all;
One member’s tumour,
Agonises us all;
And members rush
On one distress call.
We grumble, quarrel, fight,
Complain, shout, scream;
We hug, kiss, embrace;
Eat, pray, dream.
Here’s the solace
Of the warm breast;
The comfy relief
Of the lap, coziest.
The finger to hold
Confidently tight,
To cross the road
Or fight the night.
The hand to clasp
Whenever insecure,
The embracing arm:
Unselfish and pure.
The shoulder to rest
To shed our tear;
The boulder for refuge
To shred our fear.
The bond of love
Which clutches together;
The strength of unity
In fair and foul weather.
United we stand,
Divided we fall;
It’s a FAMILY
A-f-t-e-r a-l-l.
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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 14, 2014