Atul Chandra Sarkar

I have lined up the threshold,
Of my soul with lamps of hope;
From the blossoms of passion,
I have threaded garlands for Him;
The kohl you see in my eyes,
Is the soot of fire in my heart;
My fidgetiness is the expression,
Of my irrepressible madness,
To be held in His arms forever;
I find no reason why I should not,
Lope after Him down the alley,
Of years and decades,
Infiltrate through barbed woods,
Dive into vortex of feral oceans,
Scale mountains of willful snow;
After all, His name is my vigor;
There’s nothing, which is really mine,
Whatever I call my possession,
He has granted me on lease;
I wait for him in unyielding
Hope, patience and faith,
In the penumbra of His Eternal Light,
So shall my obstinacy be,
Until He envelopes me.

Atul Chandra Sarkar

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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 September 19, 2016