Diptesh Augustine Sarkar Poems

My hands are empty as are yours
and perhaps scores even
even there was so much as
anguish, loss and suffering
...

All I remember now
is that I wanted Light
more Light
to the point of insanity
...

What would you like to know about me?

Should I say
...

I see some doors open
before me, some behind
near and far
as if I were in a game
...

I remember you no more

for my eyes are too old
...

At last

At a great age
...

Moments are like leaves
they unfold and fade out
and one day the wind
gives them little wings
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Once my brother fell ill
two and half year old
ceased to toddle one evening;
They took him to a doctor
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A sting long struck us
the venom now runs slowly
with blood; and time bears fruit.
The poet, the lover, the rebel
...