Scoundrels Don’t Insult Poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma

Remove the armor from the body, first;
Traders of terror have done their worst,
Didn’t the dead have any right as a man?
Murderers have done, all they can.

Marched into a new world, a new dream to lead,
They desired not, but slaughtered to heed;
Nor were they wrong, neither coward;
But lost in deceitful strike and dark end.

All lost in sudden death but strange,
And shocked to see death so close,
No way out from death to erase,
But embrace death with bravery and grace.

But secular and socialist nation bended as old,
Not ready to live with honor in her fold,
Terror outrage, nation’s meekness, but peoples’ scorn;
Every body has to live with and to borne.

Tears in eyes, I stand rattled and brave lay in their place,
Cried at last, scoundrels don’t insult the brave, cover their face.



FROM:
DR. YOGESH SHARMA