October Sky

October Sky short poem

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Look at the sky
It’s rather black in October—
a ruse that it’s about to rain
when it’s only threatening
not intending to do any harm
or good whatsoever.

Look at the sky
keep watching
tarry a little, until your eyes get rid of
the opulence of wanton lights;
you will notice tiny stars
blinking like faint candles
prodding you to believe
that there is a God
forging for you a diadem;
that there is love
as white as snow;
and a hope
that you would still be breathing
yet another day:
tomorrow.

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Diptesh Augustine Sarkar lives in Serampore, West Bengal and teaches English. His works feature in The Enchanting Echoes 2014 published by The Poetry Society India. An avid reader, Sarkar writes Poetry and Short stories revolving chiefly around the subaltern middle class against urban cityscape. With a novel awaiting publication and another in the making, Sarkar shuffles between the guitar, the piano, and the pen.
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