by Atul Chandra Sarkar
The sun shall rise and set,
The rains shall come and go,
The storms rise and pass away,
Time shall stealthily tip- toe.
Friends shall become relatives,
Some friends shall become foe,
Some enemies shall be friends,
Some relatives we may never know.
Bricks shall make homes,
And twigs make up the nest,
But in the end all the clay toys
Shall be lost in the earthy breast.
What difference does it really make,
Whether you ride a vehicle or shoulders four,
What difference does it make if no one cries,
What difference does it make when I am no more.
The world is an inn,
Where one makes place for another,
Souls in dresses come and go,
None is related to the other.
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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 March 17, 2015