For The Master's My Heart Beats Poem by C. P. Sharma

FOR THE MASTERS MY HEART BEATS

In the verdent shade of great masters
my youth styled
Their dazzling brilliance I couldn't gauze
at them I smiled

How Kalidas, a foolish wood-cutter
rose to literary heights!
How Shakespeare, a stablemate
stole lime lights!

How people used to set watches
when Samuel Johnson was out for walk!
How he taught the gentry in theatre
when to laugh!

How Byron tamed a bear as dog to accompany for walk!
How the handsome bad boy with club feet was ladies' talk!

How in the tiger's
burning eyes John Donne's metaphysics awake!
How Gray wrote epitaph
for the common men's sake!

How did Coleridge's wedding guest
as a 'sadder and a wiser man' mourn!
Wordsworth wanted to be a pagan
than suckled to a creed out worn!

How Keats fell victim
to the critics cruel pen!
How in Adonais, Shelley
on Keat's critics pans!

How life's measures
Change their tunes
Eliot measured out life
in coffee spoons

When student, they were my unrest
With the age now in me they rest
When within I hear their soulful songs
In silence my heart their company longs