Dr. Yogesh Sharma (1-7-1959 / india)

My heart bleeds to see brothers vanished,
Who should be there with dreams and passions,
But lovers of terror, hate, and fanaticism,
Reduced all the innocent souls to ash.

For centuries offering prayers with stained hands,
Soup of blood a dish daily to them
And not to let the pulse move of brother Sanatani,
Lover of peace, brotherhood and non-violence.

Paid with hatred, bloodbath and insult,
But brothers here in land of Sanatana Dharma,
Cry for bonds of love, peace and humanity
And a chance to live and forgive.

Oh God, don’t let,
Their dark world of hate, terror and fanaticism,
To slaughter my brothers unseen, unknown and unlamented,
And a stone narrate the passerby, where there pyres were lit.

Oh mother earth, deliver your harsh justice,
As we are living in a crippled nation
And mind numbed and hands frozen,
With rotten principles of secularism and non-violence.





DR. YOGESH SHARMA