With God's Grace Groom Poem by C. P. Sharma
With God's Grace Groom
We are born with a trance
Of eternal glory’s glance.
As a child we play with toys,
Their possession we enjoy.
Puppet bride and puppet groom,
Give us joy in glittering costume.
They never fight, they never fume,
Of life’s worries there is no gloom.
When we grow up the toys replace,
Bride and groom are face to face.
New possessions in life we find,
New relations make us blind.
New roles are to us assigned,
This is the fate of all mankind.
We chase them as a mirage,
Later they become our barrage.
Now in life no peace, no joy,
We want to get rid off new toys.
In this game we are consumed,
Ultimately we are led to tomb.
Thus we shuttle between
The womb and the tomb,
Why not be wiser
And with God’s Grace groom.
We are born an empty canvas to be painted with life's colours, good topic, 10 Lynda xx
Very imposing work...'with a trance Of eternal glory’s glance'... really
in life, the poet says, we infact toy with this world- from womb to tomb- to make or mar this play game is left to us only...10/10
Your poem reflects the anxiety of this modern world…. All the happenings of the present are disturbing, the bomb blast, and the accusation on a father…, the reservation brawl …the images of the new toys which we invent on our daily basis, are so high tech that we lose control over them and are confounded by our own creations…. I liked the parallel drawn in your line When we grow up the toys replace, Bride and groom are face to face. And the last lines sum up the thoughts… Thus we shuttle between The womb and the tomb, Abha
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5/6/2024 3:16:11 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Really really lovely to read.