C. P. Sharma - Autumn Lamp*

Autumn lamp bugles the change,
Lace patterns go off mind-range.

The cool moon drops upon window panes,
Evince abating wild fire’s smoke in lanes.

Moments come and go, Time goes on forever
Man’s measures melt but Natures music never.

The hide and seek game is over,
Sing the eternal verse for ever,

You see new light at the other end,
Mocking at moments you firmly stand.

* In appreciation of Sandra Fowler’s poem ‘Bare Panes’.

C. P. Sharma

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