Sankar Sarkar


The Seed-Bed Of Time - Poem by Sankar Sarkar

On the seed-bed of time
We are sowing the seeds of love
Sprouting and sprawling its essence
Over the time forever;
Like snail as a child
We are fainting, crawling, crying
And wailing endlessly
For something or something not

On the rose-bed of Time
We are ever embracing,
Kissing, hugging and coupling,
Countless of sperm begets
Innumerable unknown offspring

Offspring and siblings!
They are laughing at their crazy parents
They are shedding tears
Realizing their inability;
They are fed up and exhausted
For stuffy ambiance,
They are looking cheerful yet
Like lily of May
In the cradle of uncertainty

It is time of courtship
Of the deity of Time,
Both world and life
Bowing their heads at her feet,
Where philosophy in life exulted
To find it, no relevant and fit;
The universe seems wavy
In the crimped ocean of consciousness,
Time like a friend of all friends
With its treadle on the beach of Great Time
To approach towards us
Beyond the sight and thought,
Beyond the time and space!

We are ever momentous
To feel the foot step of time,
Numerous the dead and jaunty moments
Get gathered like sardines
In the ocean of craziness
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Topic(s) of this poem: love


Comments about The Seed-Bed Of Time by Sankar Sarkar

  • Howard 'the motivational poet' Simon (6/6/2015 3:22:00 PM)


    A powerful perspective that expresses expansive ideas about time. well done my friend! (Report) Reply

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  • Edward Kofi Louis (6/5/2015 3:08:00 AM)


    On the rose-bed of time. Yes, time waits for no one; so, we have to use time wisely. Nice work. (Report) Reply

  • (6/3/2015 3:09:00 AM)


    There are many things being sown on the seed-bed of time as the poem details. All if they are good make the journey of life fulfilling and complete. Every moment is surely precious and at all times we feel the foot step of time. (Report) Reply

  • Lee Mack (3/16/2015 1:49:00 AM)


    Our poems: always better than the feeling put into them; and greater than the readings;
    changing as many wise metaphors and true word spiritualizes...
    (Report) Reply

  • Aftab Alam Khursheed (3/14/2015 9:21:00 PM)


    As we sow so we reap, a time bed or glebe of time is under one's control if we check our act in fact we suffer less, Sprouting and sprawling- sprouting is a process (natural) sprawling is dirty process - nice use of words..similarly ...A nice poem Seed Bed basic instinct thank you (Report) Reply

  • Soumita Sarkar (3/12/2015 11:56:00 AM)


    Just a hit straight on the mere reality of life...time..love..death....over population.....liked it...Good! (Report) Reply

  • Soumita Sarkar (3/12/2015 11:56:00 AM)


    Just a hit straight on the mere reality of life...time..love..death....over population.....liked it...Good! (Report) Reply

  • (3/10/2015 1:33:00 AM)


    A lot of ideas in the poem and likes it. Life is lot of events and periods as in the poem. well done. (Report) Reply

  • Bri Edwards (3/9/2015 9:27:00 PM)


    well, at your invitation i read this once. if you don't mind some well-intended 'suggestions' or 'uncertain comments' from me about it, ASK ME AGAIN, and i shall read it again, and comment more fully. thanks for sharing. bri :) (Report) Reply

  • Hazel Durham (3/9/2015 11:41:00 AM)


    Stunning write with very inspired lines that soar with the beauty of love connecting like the ocean and it's beaches they breathe as one, happiness overflows naturally like nature's freedom! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 9, 2015



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