The Worst Of It Poem by Hans Raj Sharma

The curtain is ready to go up-
Each movement, not as easy life-span
With a vision one has to find its own path
With an inner light and torch in the hands.

Nothing amazing in getting so dignified
Just standing absolute at frontline-artist
For the distinctive art, style and life…
Walking miles and miles along together
Untired restlessly from zero to infinity
With plenty of warmth and enthusiasm…
Thereof, having a lengthy struggle against
Fighting stringent battle against monopoly
Monopoly of time, full of life and dry smiles!

Fit and fine but, only on papers-
Plunging into the troubled waters
A mark of respect out of chills and thrills…
Striking a balance, managing the worst of it.
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Ludhiana, Punjab, India.