Dr. Yogesh Sharma

Rookie - 345 Points (1-7-1959 / india)

Dr. Yogesh Sharma Poems

1. Sharia Jaziya And Sikhs 5/11/2009
2. On Global Warming 5/11/2009
3. Vision Flawed 5/16/2009
4. Moving And Breathing Graveyard 5/16/2009
5. The Burning Train At Godhra 5/24/2009
6. Pi-Geon! Messenger Of Peace 8/15/2009
7. Paradise Sold 8/15/2009
8. Lost World 8/15/2009
9. The Curse Of Jamuna 8/15/2009
10. Wife- Godess Of Love 8/17/2009
11. Crossing The Boundless 8/17/2009
12. Oh! Forget ……… 9/8/2009
13. Word –without Meaning 9/8/2009
14. You 5/28/2009
15. Stained Crown 6/12/2009
16. Life Imprisoned 9/8/2009
17. Expressions 9/16/2009
18. Never Thought Of This 9/16/2009
19. Mystry Of Life 10/5/2009
20. True Love 10/5/2009
21. Celestial Nymph 11/28/2009
22. Secular God 11/28/2009
23. Where Are You? 12/1/2009
24. Shree Ram Temple At Ayodhya 12/1/2009
25. Wanderer 12/1/2009
26. Sacred Hand Of Allah 12/19/2009
27. Second Exile 12/19/2009
28. What A Shame? 12/19/2009
29. Uncharted Land 10/19/2009
30. Diwali 10/21/2009
31. Mighty Nature 11/28/2009
32. Children Of Lesser God 11/28/2009
33. Lost God 1/16/2010
34. My Country 1/16/2010
35. Vanished Brothers 1/19/2010
36. Woman-Mother Of All Creations 3/17/2010
37. Despair 3/23/2010
38. Ode To M.F.Hussain 3/23/2010
39. Faith Of Peace 3/23/2010
40. Where Is My Space? 3/23/2010
Best Poem of Dr. Yogesh Sharma

Mother

I yearn to relish the sweet memories of your love.
The very aura, tingled and mingled me,
With an angelic bliss.
A sense of completeness cannot be explained
But can be cherished only.
Your lap is larger than this universe,
I pray to frolic in your lap always.
Your love is deeper than all the oceans,
I want to drown in those deeps.
I pray to dissolve my soul and self, in your love.
I dream to touch you and touched by you,
To sense you and sensed by you,
To comfort you and comforted by you,
And what not…..cannot say.
I wish to be with you always ...

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Akbar The Great

Don’t slaughter the innocent of Chittor,
Oh! Akbar the Great,
Of brutality and barbarism.
Ending the light of thirty thousand lives,

Deceitful Hindus, with divided nationality.
Makes thee a victor,
Thou thinkest by slaying the innocent,
To control the sky.

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