I Am The Bloom Poem by C. P. Sharma

I was never born
nor ever I die;
I come from times immemorial,
till infinity I fly.


Each moment I unfold,
each moment I am new;
I am the moving spirit,
the past I eschew.


Not a museum of relics,
not a history book,
the living reality,
I exist in my new looks.


Untouched by sorrow,
I am all aplomb;
ever inspired,
I don't live in tomb.


Future doesn't frighten,
I don't live in gloom;
It's my own creation,
my bliss in lotus bloom.


If you paint the dark,
you miss my spark;
you make your own choice,
my boat you disembark.


You weep and wail,
The darkness prevails.