Dr. Yogesh Sharma

Rookie - 457 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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I Am Tasleema

I can not write a book right now,
I was thrown out of my house,
After a half meal; in fear,
By train or by air; I do not know,
Or slowly on foot.

There is a pain in my heart,
Given to me by Mullahas years ago,
The wound is still unhealed,

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