Treasure Island

Dr. Yogesh Sharma

(1-7-1959 / india)

SORRY! WE LET YOU DOWN


Children of beautiful Seven Sisters,
Does not fear or run; nation is with you.
Do not cry for attention and safety;
You are our part and not outsiders.

Jointly will boot out the criminal intruders,
You are our first love, real brothers and sisters;
Secular fascists have let you down,
But do not care those racist scoundrels.

Do not feel ignored, mocked or excluded;
We are taught to love and care you;
No discrimination be meted out to you,
You will be in news for reasons good.

Blue eyed star of national family,
Forget the past of death and destruction;
Of violence, victimization, and uprooting;
That history tortured will not be revisited.

Submitted: Sunday, August 26, 2012
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Poet's Notes about The Poem

N.B. This small poem was written on the sad lot of people of seven North-East states of India. These native people were displaced by the large scale illegal intrusion and aggression by Muslims from Bangladesh. Government of India is doing nothing due to the communal vote bank politics of so called secular parties.

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