Dying Declaration Poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma

Trees seated by vultures, weep;
They are cursed to die deep.
Pilgrims receiving ruler‘s money;
That pilgrimage is pilgrimage unholy.

Nation gripped by diverse con man,
With swindle intended aspiration,
Breaching one by one, high and low;
Threads of mighty Indra’s rainbow.

Sleep that no sting can wake,
Night that no morn can crack,
That king cannot give a grain,
Whether ruling over hill or plain.

Green corps will see untimely death,
All become quiet, home and hearth,
If cow is slaughtered or land mortgage;
For enjoyment or holy voyage..

Relationship based on vested interest,
Has only few days to survive and vent.
Home cast off by son to son in law,
Has only bound to ruin and outgrow.

Where merit is a curse,
Democracy is dead or terse;
Where rulers are thieves,
That land will be in grieves.

Where teachers do not teach,
Priests rub pots and minus preach;
Where doctors do not treat,
That nation is burnt by heat.

Where justice protects criminals,
Where old age is wasted on laurels,
That nation will be silent evermore,
Not a soul to tell, life was green or lore.