C. P. Sharma Poems

Your words so powerful
carry a message deep,
take the reader
to the farthest of Hebrides.
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Of old age now I am fond,
With it now I have firm bond;
Silvery hair and shrunken cheeks,
On eyes a pair of spects antique.
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Memories of childhood prattle sweet,
Strange, funny utterances incomplete;
Toddling walk on the faltering feet,
Falling down, the same to repeat.
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The mind itself can’t enjoy alone
Clamors to share it with others
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Strange is this life,
a round-about of Time!
sometimes climb,
at others dropp down
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Crafty crows are great in skill,
How with pebbles water jug fill?

You know they sit in curved rows,
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Reshama,

Who says they die?
they transfigure into
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It will be an open cultural fete,
In it a lounge for tete-a-tete,
Don’t mind if there be debate,
Debate is the Truth’s soul mate.
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