Atul Chandra Sarkar

Oh! December,
I wrapped you in shawls,
Blankets and warmers,
I kindled firewood,
To keep you warm;
Still you shiver,
Freeze and curl up;
I can see goose-bumps rise,
Across your chill swept skin;
Your contours, flowing tresses,
Eyelashes all whitened,
With teeming icicles;
Eyelids heavy and rapidly
Moving and dreaming,
Of shimmering Xmas trees,
Red-robed Father Christmas,
Hunch-backed with gifts;
Remember, God has glorified,
Your lap with a gift,
No month could have imagined
Ever to receive:
His only begotten Son;
Your breath resounds,
With hymns and choirs;
You exude the fragrance,
Of loveliest flowers;
Oh! Epilogue of the year,
I entreat, just stay back;
I know that, a week after,
You are going to give us,
A parting gift:
Wrapped in glittering,
Ribbons that shall unfold,
Miracles, mysteries, magic:
A magnificent New Year!
Still I entreat, stay back,
‘Coz parting always hurts.


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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 December 13, 2015