The Midas Touch

Atul Chandra Sarkar

Yours was the Midas touch,
That made me priceless,
Secured me in the casket
Of your heart,
Cooled my sultry summer,
Blossomed my autumn,
Moistened my parched lips;
I gazed at the stars,
Pouting for dewdrops,
The night tightened me,
With hugs and cuddles,
Dark and tender,
The breeze, cool and fresh,
Inaudibly whispered love;
The woven reluctance,
That had wrapped me for years,
Slipped to my feet,
The tang of blown off candles,
Whet cravings,
Unhesitant desires through open,
Malodorous secrets of youth,
Rejuvenated electrolytes;
The recharged sun,
Filtered through the pane,
I was more than just golden,
The fire of passion,
Had burnished 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 June 23, 2016