C. P. Sharma - Thoughts

It is a thought
That we are born,
It is in thoughts,
We feel forlorn,
It is in our thoughts
That we feel happy,
It is our thoughts
That will make us lucky.

Think of a flower,
Its honey clover:
It will always brings the joy,
Converse with it, you will enjoy.
It will answer your every query,
It takes to new lands in a ferry,
Charmed magic casements it will open,
In your life new chapters reopen.

Think of its thorns,
You will feel torn,
Of happiness shorn,
Whole life mourn,
All curses horn,
And think why born?

Think of a river,
Get rid of fever.
It has its music and dance,
In its backdropp eternity glance.
In its music there is trance,
Its twists and twirls have romance.
In and around it life sustains,
Prosperity all along maintains.

Think of the Sun,
And have a ton:
Comes with its majestic radiance,
Fills all thing with new brilliance,
The world enthuses with resilience
Moves the world to long distance(s) ,
Carry with you all warmth and love,
In your life with success move.

C. P. Sharma

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