Between The Lines Poem by ATUL CHANDRA SARKAR

That too was a day,
When you used to say:
In fair or foul weather,
We shall walk together,
What is a prick?
What is a thorn?
What is like being left in the lurch?
What is being forlorn?
Together we shall sip
From the cup of life sweet-sour,
The sky is not the limit,
We shall go more far;
Why then do I stand today
All alone between the lines,
The train has disappeared in the fog,
I cannot even see the signs.


(Lucknow, India Dated 27th October,2015)