The Matter Poem by C. P. Sharma

Mischievious matter prides in blaze
It lures, attaches, the world amaze
Flip flop flickers, fume, and zoom
In self-consuming tunes, costumes

The lion and the lamb play the game
Made for each other, none to blame
The world is a light and sound show
Its real meaning is difficult to know

Celebrating birth, we grieve death
Knowing that life is a servile breath
It frets, fritters, and heard no more
Death is the ultimate worldly shore

You play the role you are assigned
Let not the real self in it entwined