Lament Poem by C. P. Sharma

Insatiable ego I expose
To me not lovely is the rose,
In my luxuries I am engrossed
For the hungry I feel not crossed.

Smoke and stink in actions lewd
Limitless pollution I exude,
On Nature’s beauty and
Freshness I do not brood.

Now children crave not
For lovely moon,
Now romance to
5* room attune.

Love with sordid
Boons binds,
In body’s pleasures
Wrapped up my mind.

When of age
I see the setting sun,
In the dawn of life
Didn’t enjoy its frolic and fun