Dr. Yogesh Sharma
Biography of Dr. Yogesh Sharma
. The poet is a teacher who believes in universal brotherhood. He loves humanity, social justice, secularism, woman's empowerment and nature. He believes in realism. His poems are far away from the flight of fantasy and imagination. He is very close to realism of life, society and world in his poems.
Dr. Yogesh Sharma's Works:
Influence of Bhagawad Gita on Matthew Arnold
Dr. Yogesh Sharma Poems
I yearn to relish the sweet memories of your love. The very aura, tingled and mingled me, With an angelic bliss. A sense of completeness cannot be explained
Man lives with hope, And dies with hope, Hope is a thing, For all the wings.
A light hidden deep in stacks of straw, And blankets dense of darkness mound, You blasted into world with celestial flaws, A hand for believers who live in gloom round.
Long Live Apartheid
I was feeling sad and red, I didn’t know, which way, nation was going. There were quotas all around, Communal, caste, gender, language, regional and physical,
O mighty creation of god but slighted, Since the dawn of life, You bear the insult and heavily suffered, And carry spiritual light, glory of civilization and strife.
Babyhood is a spring playing, Follow its source in the sand, And its vibrations, flowing, growing, Childhood can revitalize the barren land.
Today, I want to ask myself What is it, that makes me weak? It is a monotonous day round Or the fear I abound,
Akbar The Great
Don’t slaughter the innocent of Chittor, Oh! Akbar the Great, Of brutality and barbarism. Ending the light of thirty thousand lives,
Teacher, Soldier With A Pen
Teacher is a soldier with a pen and an eternal guide Lighting wisdom to mind decayed and white, Floating tirelessly till dark with no pride, Without fear and favor telling tales bright.
God send me on the earth, an innocent being, Untouched by the black and white doing, But the world branded me as a Brahmin, And a curse fallen on this urchin,
God created daughter, With special love and care. She is a precious treasure, Ushers in our life luck and flair.
It is said to be my life, Free to color and enjoy, As I cherish.
We are in an oozing nation, Where acts foul, matter little, As others don’t act at all.
Blast here and blast there. Sadly blast everywhere Blood in the sky, blood in the air, Blood on the earth, blood in fair.
Genocide In Tibet
We are in a hollow world
Where people are headless chicken
Bloody revolutionaries, brute force charging together
To slay, the meditating monks.
Alas! Where are the sane voices?
All dried up
Fearing brutal comrades.
As dry chaff in the storm