Dr. Yogesh Sharma Poems

When I die in a war sector,
I will be packed and mailed to my quarter,
My medals will be piped on my chest,
Tell my mother, her son did his best,
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We run here and there looking for true love,
In search of that love perfect,
Some get it comfortably, what they desire;
Where as some remain unlucky for life.
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God has created everything in pair;
Life and death;
Love and hate;
Joy and pain.
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All know that all things must die,
The brooks will stop to flow,
The winds will stop to blow,
The clouds will stop to fleet;
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Most colorful God of life play on this day,
Festival of love and colors and shun hate and sin;
And, having tamed hate and death, delivers blissful ray,
Colors of love are showered on, to win.
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March on, March on, March on Anna...
Anna here and Anna there, Anna is every where.
Torches lit to flee the evil spirits,
Armored khaki could not retreat,
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Anna is the face that rocked the entire nation,
And horrified the black towers of India.
Revered Anna, make this entire nation, corruption free.
His roars thrill all the souls: listen what he speaks!
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Hair-stands on ends like dry log,
Oiled and coiled like a hangman’s rope.
Eyes-dry and lost; lips-ugly and scared,
Cheeks, with hot, red blisters, crowded.
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My love is love no more;
My heart does not dance and play,
My joy of love is no more enjoyed;
My love fetches dejection and rejection.
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I lay alone and loveless near a pool,
The water was calm and cool;
I felt a hug and the breath behind me,
The shadow refused to recognize, and see.
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