by Atul Chandra Sarkar
Your one little smile
Gave me joy,
Your one warm touch
Made me coy,
Your one small word
Made me rise,
Your one small praise
Brought sun-rise.
The glow of your smile
Brought me close to you,
You’ve spread a lake
From a drop of dew.
This warmth, this love,
This happiness,
I pass to one and all
They call it my greatness.
But I know
From you I’ve borrowed all.
You have become
The subject of praise,
People love my company
I’ve become their craze;
I did nothing but simply
I passed it on,
For those who hate darkness
I give them a lovely dawn.
The credit goes to you
And them, who spread light,
They make life, a life:
Happy, warm and bright.
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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 13, 2014