Strangers* Poem by C. P. Sharma
Strangers*
What a strange relationship?
My body and the spirit lived together the whole life,
But couldn’t dialogue! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
* I owe the thought to the Urdu poet
What an interesting statement. Perhaps this is why we remain children. Irene
well I don't talk to the bus that carries me although I sometimes coax my car along hee hee: -) but my body carries my spirit and we are great travel companions except when my body goes wrong or we run out of fuel ; -) Ruthy
:) You really make me think; formulated like this it seems really strange - like an anomaly - the lack of dialogue between body and spirit, we are so used to this, that we rarely think about it. You make me wanna talk to my organs :) but alas I find they do not listen to me. You make me feel like marionette :) . Good work!
The body holds the ego, the spirit is our own true self, while the ego battles with itself, our spirit is eternal and serene. Wonderful wisdom in just three lines.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/17/2025 1:09:13 PM # 1.0.0
Succinct and insightful - your words ring truth, spiritually speaking. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥