by Atul Chandra Sarkar
The desire for company
Is the seed of solitude,
The zeal for the Divine
Is the rain of beatitude.
Beyond the last terminal,
Each one has to go alone;
Why not from now onwards
Change our attitude.
Instead of grumbling
For things we don't have;
Let's cherish our bounties,
Thank God in gratitude.
Let's meditate and discover
Our inner world in quietude;
Let's journey within,
For spiritual magnitude.
In a journey round the world
We'll go where others have been or be;
In our inward journey there's always,
An unscaled, mystic altitude.
All that you have gathered
Was never yours, nor shall it be;
Be ready to leave, just as you came,
Stripped of all, unashamedly nude.
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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