Standing in the Hall of Fame
As the dark shadows of life
Through its latticed windows
We peep the patterned eternity
Through the multi-color glasses
Of its dome we see the light
As the Truth trampled into
Our choicest patterns and hues
The Hall of Fame collapses fast
Patterns and hues submerge at last
Suddenly the shadows of life blast
We awaken into white radiance vast.
Are we alive or the shadows of life
Or the programmed toys with struggle and strife?
very meaningful... LIFE..its mystery, its meaning the play of life.like a stage play... our existence...how we live, how to live fruitful thoughts you shared...thoughts' provoking.. thanks Sir...this will open our mind and reflect with our hearts.. 10+++ lovelots, maia
play of light and shadow in life- whole life is spent making sense of it. and then we begin to wonder are we merely puppets and the strings in somebody else's hand. a very thought provoking poem build beautifully. last lines worth pondering over. 10 Mamta
i love the last line here, CP. And i agree with Lynda here..a thought provoking piece. A great write.
A very thought provoking poem CP, as always you have excelled, 10 Lynda xx
This is an exceptional poem, CP. Your final couplet in particular leaves the reader saying to herself: 'Now why didn't I think of that? ' You have a great gift for phrasing and the spiritual intelligence that underpins your work shines through the lines. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
dear friend your poems are great and wonderfull poems i really appriciate you and your vivid ideas well done
The greatest mystery of them all is life...you've written this superb poem with depth and flowing pace....gives much to ponder on.....well expressed 10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We created our own fear of the shadows.Life is an open field, needing us to cultivate, into a vast plantation.Well written piece Sharma.