In Muse’s Ivory Tower sits
Wisdom and wit transmits
Filigree of imagery knits
Golden hue from there emits.

On budding poets first glance
His short bits courage enhance
He sings with soulful romance
At his tips musical words dance.

His poems his nobility reflect
Metaphysics eternity connects
From ocean’s depth gem collects
Weaves them in garland perfect.

Boats on the surging sea
He intact holds the key
Often he sits at sea shore
Just like a tall oak tree.

On PH he sits as lighthouse
The poets’ conscience arouse.

C. P. Sharma

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