C. P. Sharma - Grieve not while I bid adieu

I am I the flicker of a dying lamp
to light new place dark and damp,
Eager to be One with light source
Great Nature’s nourishing new course.

Once again to be the part
of the sun and the soil,
Downpour again from sky
as wind gust or water spoils.

In deep dark caves of ocean
I might rest in unglazed cover
till a gem cutter comes and
imparts luster, fire and color.

I have the options to shine in myriad hues,
As singing bird, a fragrant flower or morning dew.

C. P. Sharma

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