ATUL CHANDRA SARKAR Poems

Go back home,
Someone is waiting,
Don’t let the evening pass;
Someone is waiting.
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Life is a rope tied
To birth and death;
On which we tread
Till our last breath.
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I did dare, I did dare,
Over here, over there,
Almost everywhere;
Over land, water, marsh,
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The desire for company
Is the seed of solitude,
The zeal for the Divine
Is the rain of beatitude.
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The world to me
Is a tender blade of grass,
Whose greenness enamours
And sharpness bruises,
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Look eyeful at me for the last time,
Look at me from head to heel,
Look at me and say ‘Goodbye',
Let tumblers kiss with romantic feel;
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He grew old, he grew cold,
He floated out of sight,
He who enlightened my life,
Departed at the end of night.
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There's a child in me
Who loves to watch rain,
Loves to put a paper-boat
In the dirty drain.
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When a sudden whiff,
Turns you to look around,
Feel me, just near to you,
Without a word or sound.
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Don't ever dissect my poems,
On Literature's callous table,
They are simply injured moments,
Of my love's unforgettable fable;
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