C. P. Sharma

Gold Star - 13,560 Points (July 12,1941 / Bissau, Rajasthan)

An Hour’s Dream - Poem by C. P. Sharma

I was at my Home
At the fall of night
I slept and dreamed
I was born in a new world
On a new curvy moon
In the lap of mother fairy
Innumerable faeries to greet

I went to school
As weeping school boy
Rubbing my eyes
Sometimes caned
At other coaxed
Reaching there
I opened lunch box

I grew up
As Prince Charming
Flocked by girls
Like Lord Krishana
With my curls
I had all fun and romance
With them I just dined and danced

With one of them
I had a crush
At my knees
I held her hand
Be my wife
I her proposed
Her yes, my life transposed

Then there came
A bogey of kids
Under family burden
I had several skids
In symphony many
a notes were missed
Seldom jarring notes were kissed

At the end
When I grew old
Many senses grew cold
Then the prisoner got paroled
From my slumber I got up
At my own Home I stirred up
At the dream I just smile up

Nowhere I go
From nowhere I came
This life is a
All a dream game
Even at 75
Craving Hall of Fame
Waiting for the house of flames

Life is just an hour’s dream
In perpetual bliss I beam

Topic(s) of this poem: life


Comments about An Hour’s Dream by C. P. Sharma

  • Abdulrazak Aralimatti (9/3/2015 12:53:00 AM)


    The poem made me to wander like Alice In Wonderland and at the end I realized
    that life is nothing but it's The Alice In Wonderland
    Loved reading the poem
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 27, 2015

Poem Edited: Thursday, August 27, 2015


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