It is a thought <br />That we are born, <br />It is in thoughts, <br />We feel forlorn, <br />It is in our thoughts <br />That we feel happy, <br />It is our thoughts <br />That will make us lucky. <br /> <br />Think of a flower, <br />Its honey clover: <br />It will always brings the joy, <br />Converse with it, you will enjoy. <br />It will answer your every query, <br />It takes to new lands in a ferry, <br />Charmed magic casements it will open, <br />In your life new chapters reopen. <br /> <br />Think of its thorns, <br />You will feel torn, <br />Of happiness shorn, <br />Whole life mourn, <br />All curses horn, <br />And think why born? <br /> <br />Think of a river, <br />Get rid of fever. <br />It has its music and dance, <br />In its backdropp eternity glance. <br />In its music there is trance, <br />Its twists and twirls have romance. <br />In and around it life sustains, <br />Prosperity all along maintains. <br /> <br />Think of the Sun, <br />And have a ton: <br />Comes with its majestic radiance, <br />Fills all thing with new brilliance, <br />The world enthuses with resilience <br />Moves the world to long distance(s) , <br />Carry with you all warmth and love, <br />In your life with success move.<br /><br />C. P. Sharma<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thoughts-107/
