C. P. Sharma
Golden Sunset - Poem by C. P. Sharma
Golden sunset is the Nature’s best,
So the age with clarity blessed;
The dazzling sun blurs the vision,
So the youth can’t self envision.
Train of thoughts, of battles fought,
Many won and a few I lost,
Of the victory bouquets got,
But the brickbats leave me frost.
After the life’s long tiring quest,
I can at last retire and rest;
With old friends now I can have jest,
Make new friends from east & west.
From beaming faces to haggard looks,
Ripened sweetness the sunset hooks.
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