C. P. Sharma - My Bar

My Bar

My bar is unique
A bar-less bar
Whoever joins it
Becomes a star

The rich or the poor
The Civilized or boor
Feelings don't injure
Equal treat assure

Color or the creed
Country or breed
Such ideas don't feed
Serves without greed

Bathed in divine light
Its visitors don't fight
In their drinks delight
Here Santa's gifts blithe

Bar girl in divinity shines
Serves the 'Soma' divine
Come here, dance and dine
Ill wills to Krishana consigne

C. P. Sharma

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