Ivor Hogg, We Are Woven In The Eternal Thread Poem by C. P. Sharma

We are the woven beads

When I joined that camelcade,
You emerged to me mermaid;
From the top of Oreb or Sinai,
Or arose from the oceanic high.

Muse’s message U so well recite,
Raptly we listened to it that night;
It was for the co-traveler’s delight,
The flame of dignity in them ignite.

With me there came into that inn,
New faces numbering twenty nine;
On their faces they all had grin,
They were not yet touched by sin.

Everyone about you talked tall,
You were the cynosure of all,
Your words did everyone enthrall,
We all were at your beck and call.

Our pilgrimage to Muse’s shrine,
All the themes in one intertwine,
In love and faith we all did shine,
We all surrendered to your regime.

Old guys and beautiful belle(s) ,
We had varied wares to sell;
On the way raw material collect,
To them we added value perfect.

Tireless striving was our test,
Whether we be in east or west;
For eventualities you arm(ed) ,
No one could ever do us harm.

Some of us roamed with the clouds,
Far away from the madding crowds;
Culled gems from the earth and sky,
In their imagination they flew high.

On our way we all enjoyed,
Fragrant flowers filled the void;
Sweet lullaby of the stream,
Composed the melody of dream.

With the birds we all did sing,
With the Nature we had ping;
Golden glowworm lighted our path,
On our way we had no wrath.

I joined U near the greener land,
Risks and hazards came to end;
To silken road you put us on,
So, for us it was new dawn.

Grass looked greener that day,
All of us were making hay;
We weren’t afraid of any rage,
We were under safe patronage.

Ivor we won’t let you go,
Upon you God good health bestow;
Many more travels we have to tread,
We are now woven in eternal thread.