Words From The Saints Poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma

Hungry eyes—and faces cruel and grey,
Those waiting to go behind prison bars, away;
The ugly faces will follow there comrades go,
And nation lies in peace for all we know.

Obedient to a foreign woman power,
To enjoy through their dark hour:
From out the ruins of a nation sad
A cluster of rogues is decked.

The bright light of Vivekananda’s soul,
That seeks a happy bright goal;
Shattered to see the crying nation,
But like phoenix ready to destroy the immoral brain.

And still two voices: Anna and Ramdev- those are ours—
To teach the countrymen to love the land like flowers;
Deliver sermons with wise word,
That changes the heart of beast and bird.

Bless, regain the eminence on earth;
Be self satisfied, conscious of its worth.
And give the courage, now;
They will lift our tired brow.