POEMS OF DR. RAM SHARMA

MIRAGE
We are not such as we look,
We walk on earth,
And talk of flying in the sky,
While a boy walking on the rope
thinks about his belly,
balace is essential for him,
while others force on bank balance
We talks of progress
but we are in doldrum,
HUMMING
The life is running ,
with full speed,
I have no time,
to pause and to take rest,
All bitter things,
changes side,
in the orchard of my mind,
I can`t guess,
the texture of my life,
how it would be
SEED
He was lying,
on the roadside,
like a seed,
in the biting cold,
I took him,
to my house,
implanted him,
He was germinated,
sapling, plant,
then a tree
Now he is sheltering everyone
THEIR
Their dreams,
can be like mine,
but these dreams
are stopped,
there are cries and shrieks,
of bomblasts

gunpowder is everywhere
how can they live
peacefully

UNTOLD MELODIES
O! Autumn,
can you hear,
untold melodies,
lost in the silent corner of the mind,
untold stories,
stored in grandpa`s mind,
All organs became senseless,
body became a corpse,
voice is mute,
Can you still hear
O! autumn

RAYS
The first silky touch,
of sunny rays,
hesitant like infiltraters,
shyful like a maiden,
In the afternoon,
these become harsh,
to melt stones,
Again these becomes tired,
to provide,
all energy
to the earth