Dr. Yogesh Sharma

Veteran Poet - 1,859 Points (1-7-1959 / india)

Old Is Gold - Poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma

O my dear beautiful, is our love dying?
You and me are worm out, too tired even for crying.
Life, whose warn spirit provokes the passion, flying,
Time renders all, too weak to act, too cold for trying.

We read the Bhagawad Gita and sit around the fire,
The heart ticks make me fear, like deflated tyre
withering all the organs, every minute
and all are ready to depart like a sunken fleet.

Now we cannot row the life boat, I wonder
Life seems like a burden, I ponder,
Our face, nor our action packs, nor life’s valleys,
where the hearts fail to break any ice and rallies.

Only remain quiet and see the stars but mind remembers,
there is no heat in fire and beauty missing from embers.
Life is miserable and pitiable and has no power,
Spring of our life is over and has no fragranced flower

But old wisdom is, a big treasure and divine grace,
Spring-time of man for all the youthful acts and face,
Free from all the hassles, waiting for divine light,
Where all see the truth and no fanciful flight.

The death god comes with a dagger in his hand
Sees only his dear co-passenger on the land,
so, adieu to life partner and glittering world but all fair,
All understands the mystery, wisdom but no player.

Only acts holy are counted in the last march,
Nectar of the soul, rain to the land parch.
Bless me with all your light, so to darkness close
As I can meet my master with a scanted rose.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 21, 2010



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