Indian Scarlett Poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma

Aarushi, the poor girl,
Met, a mysterious end.
No dear ones to mourn,
But, commercial mourners in plenty.

Dead in her own closet,
Was found the poor girl;
By hemlok lover parents.
With a big question mark.

Parents cried out their pain,
Were they parents? Doubt lingers.
Was she taught about SANSKARS?
Or walk to talk.

Certainly not. Then, who is to blame?
Aarushi was the poor girl,
But poorer were thy parents:
Who have nothing to give her,

She lived dangerously with snakes and scorpions,
If the insect stung, who stand to blame?
The mother cannot control the wind,
The time passes by uncared.

Humming goes in fire,
Can one tame the time and winds?
Oh! No,
Why control it not before it flows,

Poor Aarushi!
The world is full of vultures.
Land safely, cut their wings,
Before they stretch their treacherous designs,

If not so
Millions of Aarushi will meet,
Their poor sister Aarushi.
Always love with care. Om Shanti Om.


From:
DR. Yogesh SHARMA