Sankar Sarkar

Cry Of Dust - Poem by Sankar Sarkar

Listen to the cry of dust
Every speck of dust
Like human heart lying
Crowded along the white road
Leading to heaven or elsewhere;
Some glittering as burning hope
Some beckoning to somewhere
Whence journey starts
Or going to mix with horizon
Like a forlorn lover the road veered
In despair or like a widow’s heart
Life stops abruptly in hurt
Tears get swollen in eyes
Like pregnant ocean in flood
Nerves become fast in motion
Getting exhausted in running
Cells are turning inactive
For relativity of entity
Nobody can be fit to beat
this journey that is ever winding,
Look at the heaps of dust
They are everywhere standing
Upholding their heads,
They are not only beneath the feet
But across the body,
They make me move
So I move and keep me productive
So I’m active in every inch of sensation
My birth and death in her embrace,
Am ever inferior to her magnanimity
My heart melts down with her cry
Countless hearts of dust get drenched
With tears and sweat,
Smeared each of dust with blood
I’m nothing but expression of it
Or a bit of love of a dust
I’m also a cry grown in me since birth
Everything in and out relating to me
Nothing beyond this dust,
From first to last, and from last to first
I’m on running ever to the last
None can console me but touch
Of a dust, and loll me to sleep
In her vast lap with grey hope

Topic(s) of this poem: love

Form: Ars Poetica

Comments about Cry Of Dust by Sankar Sarkar

  • Nayanika Dey (7/12/2017 5:43:00 AM)

    What an authentic piece! loved every single line of it. (Report) Reply

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  • Jasbir Chatterjee (8/3/2015 1:42:00 AM)

    Very good poem; a speck of dust is like the nucleus of a cell; it contains the essence of the whole and the whole contains millions of such specks... (Report) Reply

  • Hazel Durham (6/7/2015 9:28:00 AM)

    An expression of life, dust is a grey hope for life lived to the full and hope for eternity in a land unknown!
    Brilliant write!
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  • Bri Edwards (6/5/2015 8:54:00 PM)

    Am ever inferior to her magnanimity
    My heart melts down with her cry her is dust? ?

    in this and a second poem i read this week, the author writes of soil and dust. i don't do well interpreting what i will call abstract poetry, and i don't understand some (most) of this poem.

    bri :)
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  • Edward Kofi Louis (6/5/2015 3:09:00 AM)

    Crowded along the white road; with the muse of life's own journey. Nice work. (Report) Reply

  • Kelly Kurt (6/4/2015 12:37:00 AM)

    We are all products of the dust of distant and long gone stars, destined to give up our atoms in an endless cycle of rebirth. The poet, Sankar displays his wisdom and writing skill in making the reader understand this impermanence and the folly of mortal pride and greed. (Report) Reply

  • (6/3/2015 3:14:00 AM)

    Before we were born we did not exist in physical form on this earth and after we die we will return to dust. Earth allows for life and accomodates us in death by making our remains blend with the dust of the earth. (Report) Reply

  • (3/9/2015 5:00:00 AM)

    Everything in this world is having a perish sometimes. Everything born is destined to death. The earth takes back the life. Here the poet very majestically tells the things in poetry and it is a good poetry to be enjoyed. (Report) Reply

  • Godfrey Morris (3/8/2015 2:45:00 PM)

    Poem beautifully crafted (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 8, 2015

Poem Edited: Thursday, June 4, 2015

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