by Atul Chandra Sarkar
It isn't easy to stir
The strings of someone's heart,
I wish you had taught me,
This beautiful poetic art!
Sadly, you didn't guide me,
You had your own reason;
I spied you everywhere,
In each and every season.
The flames of the forest,
Burst in red and yellow,
Buds became flowers,
Fruits: juicy and mellow.
The birds sang full-throat,
Rivers warbled their song,
I heard the wedding medley,
I saw the guests throng.
I saw you in bridal dress,
From across the yonder tree,
Tear-drops slowly inked out,
Unknowingly, I bled poetry.
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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 23, 2014