Dr. Yogesh Sharma (1-7-1959 / india)

Terror, corruption and scams by false lords
And spreading darkness and darkness in,
The stinking secularism and social justice dim,
In every corner depression and nation chilled.

Reading false illusion of progress and tricolor furled
All the happy portals, closing begin,
Drought of honesty and patriotism thin,
The seeds of love spring rot and noonday hurled.

Happy days lost in noise and in false promise,
And summer dimmed her warmth out of dome,
But, O my sisters, O my brothers, hiding in cracking home,
These thick-skinned leaders hint of toil's release;
These feebler pulses, I pine to leave to others’ need
The tasks once welcome; evenings for peace need.