C. P. Sharma
Chandra Prakash Sharma (b.1941) worked as Head, Department of Economics at M. M. Modi College, Patiala (1970-01) . He was nominated to the Academic Council, the Board of Faculty and the Board of Studies of Punjabi University, Patiala several times during this period. He was guest faculty at the Punjab School of Management Studies of the University (2004 - 07) . Prior to this, He was General Manager of International Medical Devices, Gurgaon, a Company manufacturing ophthalmic devices in India that found its market many countries the world over.
He obtained his first Postgraduate Degree in English from the University of Rajasthan as student of now BITS, Pilani. After working as ... more »
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C. P. Sharma Poems
Be a lamp! ! !
Either be a lamp Sitting at a place, Emitting light beams For swarming moths' solace.
one fine spring morning sitting in my chair newspaper in hand basking the sun
As stream of consciousness Changes the course, Its infinite dimensions arise, When we rise above this body,
Amazing Drug Store
Our body is an amazing drug store Brain, the doctor, health restores. Administers drugs & dosages accurate, Without side effects vital force generates.
Awake, O Man, Awake
When I am on Polo Ground Many a poem I have found Friend Krishana there I meet Him with a new query I greet.
(I met Kabir) This morning when in trance, At my body I had a glance, Me, its composition amazed,
Love Lord's Word
What use is the rosary? What use is the sword? If heart doesn’t enshrine The Name of the Lord.
Am I my mind? Or My mind me? for ivor. e...
Mind wanders all around, It never needs a ground; Its nature defies control, It’s used to rock and roll.
God! ! ! !
God is One, He is the Truth. He manifests in Nature:
ALLAH-RAM-JESUS – The same flame
Anjali+, Your words come out from the soul, If you know the story as a whole; Or let me tell as I have known it,
Shadows of Life
Standing in the Hall of Fame As the dark shadows of life Through its latticed windows We peep the patterned eternity
O Food, your glory is so great, Strength of limbs you generate. It should be of our own choice,
Nature everything provides, Let us in Nature take pride; Nature is our friend and guide, Let us in Nature confide.
A Bumble Bee
A Bumble Bee This, my body is made of clay It sheds off a gram each day
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Be a lamp! ! !
Either be a lamp
Sitting at a place,
Emitting light beams
For swarming moths' solace.
Or be a moth,
Dance around the flame,
Forget your being,
Claim oneness with the flame.
Either be a forest,
Vast vividness embrace;
Lion and lamb live in it,
In diversity do their food trace.
Or be a seed,
Vast forest in embryo;
Get lost into the soil to see,
How does eternity mop & mow! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !