C. P. Sharma - New Dawn

When the dream is over
from the sleep I shall rise,
Death will bring new dawn
In myriad colors new guise.

Here epitaph will be written
A sad requiem will be sung
There red carpet will spread
Saluting march past swung.

Uniting with the Divine
In His glory I will shine
Time-space won't torment
I will be on the cloud nine.

C. P. Sharma

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