C. P. Sharma
Bliss Of Being - Poem by C. P. Sharma
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.
Like sparrows some chirp and tweet,
Some like young ducklings squeak;
Some sing their songs at low pitch,
Others in variations of notes are rich.
No two of us God made alike,
Why foolish comparison strike?
Some are crafty with curved beak
And have designed the way unique.
Let us be far from their mud sling,
Let us sing the bliss of our being.
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