Theatre Of Secularism Poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma

Tears, in short supply, for pundits,
Massacred, in the Death Valley.
But the coffins of Gujarat dead,
Rained with gold and silver.
Dead laughing in their graves at,
Absurd theater of secularism.

Debris of mosque Babri,
Reminding the deeds black,
Of diabolical killer Babar,
Poor breasts beaten red to subdue flesh.
No one mourns for the, ruins of temples,
Wrecked thousands, in the death kingdom.

Pundits were massacred,
In the paradise, so called,
With promises false, showered,
And nation moves on without passion.

Peace and unity of the nation destroyed,
By these ethnic cleanings, targeted.
Every time a reason secular is found,
To kill, abuse and rape of peace loving pundits.

Trend is followed everywhere,
Tolerance is taken as weakness.
Hacked the living and smiling,
Decked the nation with corpse and limbs, lifeless.

After a Friday gathering, in an election speech,
A jackal in white, hands folded, cries,
We stand united, with a great secular spirit,
For a quiet, tolerant, and biggest secular democracy.

By,
DR. Yogesh SHARMA