Standing in the Hall of Fame
As the dark shadows of life
Through its latticed windows
We peep the patterned eternity

Through the multi-color glasses
Of its dome we see the light
As the Truth trampled into
Our choicest patterns and hues

The Hall of Fame collapses fast
Patterns and hues submerge at last
Suddenly the shadows of life blast
We awaken into white radiance vast.

Are we alive or the shadows of life
Or the programmed toys with struggle and strife?

C. P. Sharma

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