Morning Walk Poem by C. P. Sharma

Morning walks in the Polo ground
Ever-rich in experience profound
Heath, spirituality and life crisscross
Gather here the diamonds or dross

Laughing veterans, blooming youths
Jogging ladies with music say sooth
Sundry players in surrounding grounds
Shouts of victory are heard around

After walk, I sit on a bench awhile
Positioning myself in Yogic style
After a few initial aerobic exercise
My being and body are energized

Eyes closed, I focus between brows
Vistas of colorful universes grow
Pitch dark into several colors flows
Master’s timeless works view glow

In minutes many a year I live
Hundreds of ‘rosy-fingered dawn’
The white shadow of eternal noon
Blazing twilight a blissful boon

Starry skies in heavenly gleam
Lunar tides and moonlit dreams
A million colors appear, submerge
Whirling vortex of images emerge

Festive finale of older versions
The genesis of new stars I see
Past and future in me up beams
Out of nothing pop-up scenes

I know not, is it trance or I swoon?
But in its beauty my heart blooms