*my Boat Poem by C. P. Sharma

*my Boat



Soul shines in pure white
Holds hope eternal
World a net of colors bright
Entices in joys diurnal
Tears trickle down, joys fly
Azure Ocean reflects on sky

Kites fly high in the sky
Echoes of loud laughter
Soon kite gets cut
All that follows is disaster
Roses and thorns together go
In search of shore my boat I row

Monday, March 31, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: life
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Shania K. Younce 17 April 2014

I really like this poem a lot. Bien!

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Sd Tiwari 31 March 2014

Beautiful penning. Last two lines are marvelous.

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C. P. Sharma

C. P. Sharma

Bissau, Rajasthan
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