My Boat Poem by C. P. Sharma

My Boat



Soul shines in pure white
Holds hope eternal
World a net of colours bright
Entices in joys diurnal
Tears trickle down, joys fly
Azure Ocean reflects on sky

Kites fly high in the sky
Echoes of loud laughter
Soon kite gets cut
All that follows is disaster
Roses and thorns together go
In search of shore my boat I row

Wednesday, April 2, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: world
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C. P. Sharma

C. P. Sharma

Bissau, Rajasthan
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