Dr. Yogesh Sharma Poems

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131.
My Father And The Curse Of My Nation

I heard my heavenly father, last night,
What is your dear nation's curse? Write
And throw it beyond Himalayas, high,
I trembled, collecting my father's sigh.
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132.
Newly Wed At Kumbh Mela

Swiftly knocks down on me at dawn on the Holy Ghat,
There, viewing the wonderful Triveni, I sat;
Of Mata Ganges, Yamuna and Saraswati;
The breeze dished their melody in my soul, pretty;
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133.
The Second Coming

Spinning and spinning in the broadening gyre,
Here man cannot attend to the man on fire;
States skirmishing; the unholy centre cannot hold;
Here disorder and mayhem are loosed upon the world,
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134.
Old Age!

O World! O Life! O Time!
On whose final rock I climb,
Wavering at the same, I had marched before;
Never will get the grandeur of your prime?
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135.
Why Me Only?

Rape here and rape there, rape is every where.
And country is become a big Mogul Harem, my fear;
Rape in the village, rape in the town:
Rape in sari, rape in gown:
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136.
Wasteland Greetings

Happy, happy New Year,
Hail to the alien notion and erase our own,
Very Happy Republic Day,
To thank a constitution for all pervading anarchy,
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137.
Lord Brahma And The World

Brahma, Vishnu and Mahesh, the Master Lords:
Are the creator, preserver and destroyer of this world.
Lord Brahma, deep with the birth, writes his fate;
Everything is pre-destined, mean or great;
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138.
Modern Indian Secular Leader

Modern Indian secular leader: they themselves are imprisoned paw -
Under the brand name of secular man, they can mock the law.
They are puzzle for the justice, the IPC's despair:
For when all rush for the scene of crime – secular veil is always there!
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139.
He Stands In Grace (Peepal Tree)

He stands with grace and might like a knight
Ready to touch the sun, moon and starry skies;
Green leaves flutter beautifully in dark and light
Gifts pure environment and vision to dry eyes:
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140.
Remembering The Martyrs Of 26/11

My heart bleeds up to remember,
The dead corpse of the martyrs,
The bloody twenty six / eleven in calendar,
O, God! Save them, souls never to tire.
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