C. P. Sharma Poems

Prism of the Soul*

Through a prism, san color Soul
Reflects into a rainbow on the sky,
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Do we write for prize or pleasure?
Isn’t it sweet emotions treasure?
We come here to enjoy our leisure,
Each of us sings one’s own measure.
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There is heaven in rosy looks
Hell lies in gloomy glance
There is sunshine all around
Why not make it a romance! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
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Dear, I had a strange dream last night,
Adam and eve were in bliss in Eden,
Innocence all around was scattered,
In Nature shelter and trees fruit laden.
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In the poorest of the poor I live,
In their miseries I do peeve;
With them without meals I sleep,
Their company in all modes I keep.
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In the beginning was
the Golden Egg,
to the Divine Womb
it was tagged.
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My Valentine is motley fool,
His cap studded with wisdom jewel;
He is seen in dual mood,
It swings between the kind & cruel.
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O Goddess of Night,
Made up in perfect beauty
Roaming on diverse planes
Casting your cosmic planetary looks
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The Sun on the West Virginia Hills

Autumn basks under the Golden Shower Tree
Paddling softly over its flowery bed below,
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Hail to thee, O Glorious dawn!
Lady of the Light thou art
daughter of the Sky.
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