C. P. Sharma - DEATH

Hail to thee! O harbinger of new life,
You tide over all stress and strife.

Why do people defame you?
I know, your name is so true.

Why are you associated with blues?
Why do they have your horrific views?

You bring all the freshness in life,
Better half, you are my real wife.

You get me rid of all my stink,
Once again you paint me pink. .

With the cosmic power you link,
My illusions disappear in a wink.

All the dead wood is shed off,
New twigs and leaves up crop.

You daily smile with fresh flowers,
As if you are fresh after the shower.

I become a child once again,
Grand child takes away my pain.

I shall once again be a child,
Then I shall have new profile.

Once again I shall be free from guile,
Again, I shall have my innocent style.

“Life is but a sleep and forgetting”*
You take us to life’s real setting.

* Wordsworth

C. P. Sharma

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