by Atul Chandra Sarkar
Not all words
Are flying birds,
Some are en-caged:
Within;
They flap, flutter;
They choke, suffocate,
Until they succumb
In grief profound,
Without any sound,
Like an undiscovered
Figurine in marble;
No one sees
The hearty cage dangle,
No one sees
How agony can mangle,
‘Coz a fake smile
Does it all;
Such words don’t liquefy
Hence no tears fall.
But there are some words
Which peep out of windows
Of lonely eyes
In silent liquidity;
Soon to be lost in
A corner of a kerchief.
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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 16, 2014