Secular Mask Poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma

They wear a mask of dirt and lies,
To hide filth and fraud in eyes,
With torn and rot mind they smile,
Pain is the reward they give to people glide.

Mouth always with dirty flies,
Nation to them is always otherwise,
They smile but beguiling masses cry,
They offer prayer with a mind vile.

Beneath our feet they floor hot tiles,
To see people tortured their soul arise,
In counting peoples’ tear their heart ride,
In a world sad they dream happy wide.

In a nation miserable they bask,
Because they wear a secular mask.


FROM:
DR. YOGESH SHARMA