The Buddha Poem by C. P. Sharma

The Buddha



When the sun shines
my mountainous ego melts
trickling like stream-lets
turning into river
rushing hurriedly to be one
with the oceanic soul
and I become the Buddha

Friday, June 5, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: spiritual
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C. P. Sharma

C. P. Sharma

Bissau, Rajasthan
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