My Real Home Poem by C. P. Sharma
My Real Home
Good morning, Good evening, Good night
Creep in this petty pace from day to day*
To the last syllable of time it cascades
Till we cross its barriers for eternal sunshine
I am the Monarch of Time and Space
There is no wailing and weeping of separation
Hunger, hatred and pain don’t exist
Such is the aura of my permanent Home
Where all the identities dissolve
The orchestra of music plays one tune
Never ending bliss of AUM prevails
All worldly issues get resolved
In its utter ignorance the world weeps
Whereas in my real self I glow
* A parody of lines from Shakespeare.
In its utter ignorance the world weeps Incredible line. Wonderful to read. I thank You
So nicely envisioned and beautifully depicted. A beautiful poem I like most. The favourite lines are.......I am the Monarch of Time and Space There is no wailing and weeping of separation Hunger, hatred and pain don’t exist Such is the aura of my permanent Home. Many thanks dear Dr.Mishra sir for posting such an intensive poem.....10
Thank you Kumarmani for you systematic and encouraging evaluation. Much appreciated.
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5/3/2024 11:42:51 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Where all the identities dissolve The orchestra of music plays one tune Never ending bliss of AUM prevails All worldly issues get resolved................... A beautiful image of the Heaven we envisage! But unfortunately such a glorious vision is lost to many and they think that this world and its vain glories alone matter! A10