We Are Sorry Salman Poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma

Ostracized by both Islamists, secularists and their spirits,
Reminiscent of Taliban’s that have cynically rotted,
The rogues fade; but dirt residues,
To them, of loaded and shiny verse.
With votes’ madness the scoundrels are inebriated,
Boosted by their dreadful secular revenge,
However I shall inscribe a mournful poem,
In honor of elapsed and insulted bard.

Here Poesy has survived in misery,
And the Rushdies have endured living demise,
Their pen and pages have been blessed with infinity.
But no-one here now remembers,
And the deepest gloom has entirely engulfed,
Every pen who shaped finest poetry.
But I write as a pardon for this contempt,
A tribute to the abused poet and his excellent verse.

The world's scorn is piled on the abusers,
But they go by, unbending, mad,
Spoiled the national glory of tolerance to faith fraud,
But those crooks got joy and welcome,
Like stunning, sensible and cheery virgin.
But knowing that they will not be annulled,
I wail melancholic-ally this grief-stricken,
Poem to the abused and cursed bard.

Oh, the farce of secular and free expression,
And the words are hollow and edicts are lies,
They were bitter and obscure accommodation,
Where my belief could depart this life.
And sour, in some distant future era:
I'm sorry! Forgotten bard, people will ask about this,
'has written such a poor verse
For the forgotten, mighty poet, ’