Dr. Sandeep Kumar Kar Poems

I stand at the head end of the patient,
a speechless witness to the kind cruelty
of the surgeon’s scalpel.
I have seen myriads of hearts
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The fragrant peace is difficult to achieve,
The gong of time clicks,
to start a struggle,
struggle for the glorifying survival.
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Three pairs of old legs
and three strong sticks,
everyday have a stroll,
in every dynamic evening,
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With blurred hopes and blunt dreams,
not with melancholy within,
I am to sail in the dynamic sky,
across any horizon I confront with,
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Envy reigns supreme in my mind,
when I see those birds relishing on fruits,
and those flying in the azure sky,
gradually merging into the blue vastness.
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The symphony is lost,
so are my thoughts,
eloping with the winds,
swinging like a swing,
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An old man and a tired stick,
are preparing themselves,
to play their ultimate role,
in this worldly theatre.
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The stillness of the floral profusion,
in the land of imagination.
The coolness of the holy moonlight.
The silent twinkling of the cosmic stars.
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The silence in the graveyard,
disturbed by sporadic howling.
The insane wind blows,
forcing the dry leaves
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