Dr. Sandeep Kumar Kar

Rookie - 21 Points (Bhubaneswar Orissa INDIA)

Will I Be Uprooted First? - Poem by Dr. Sandeep Kumar Kar

An old man and a tired stick,
are preparing themselves,
to play their ultimate role,
in this worldly theatre.
The old man sleeping on his old string cot,
cries Oh! God! Oh! God! .
His physique reveals,
he is an instantaneous living skeleton,
ready for a real transformation, at any moment,
with his immortal soul,
panting and thriving hard,
to taste the divine champagne,
making its way for the heavenly campaign.



When he gets up from his cot,
and walks panting,
like a Banyan tree,
with its hanging supporting roots,
swinging in a storm.
Both of them have the common fear,
of being uprooted,
from this worldly pleasure ground.
The thing that hunts,
will I be uprooted first! ?

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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 12, 2011



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