Blasted Farewell On A Bloody Morning Poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma

As innocents die blasted and fly,
They whisper to their bleeding souls, to flow,
While their crying friends do try,
The life leaves now, ‘but some cry, No: ’

So we should be deaf and dumb, utter no voice,
Shed no tear, nor shout angry move;
Killers are our dear choice,
To tell the world our secular love.

Killing by killers brings sighs and tears;
The innocents met what was destined and meant;
But the cry for power in the sphere,
Is much stronger, then the lives of innocents.

Power hungry secularists love,
Those have no emotion for common man stupid,
Hidden with wealth project as service move,
But fool we are who eternalized and elect.

But we by love for corrupt and quota defiled,
That nation know not the rot what it is,
Fully dependent on wrong side,
Love not nation, people, honor and bliss.

Our all existence meant for one,
Nation and people move but with fear lot,
A tale, rotten and no end in vision,
As making castle, in air yet.

If they have brute hands we have billions so,
And brave acts for honor woo,
Their faith preaches the killing show,
But ours’ do not but love do.

But we remain cowed and spineless sit,
Yet the killers eat biryani and roam,
Learns not from the splashed blood hot,
And seated laugh, as dears ones never back home.

Such sleep makes me sad, when act,
Learn from other patriots to make jihad run,
Uncle Sam’s firmness makes them just,
And me happy, when in my mother’s arm begun.



This poem was written after the 07 September 2011 Delhi blast in which 15 people were killed and and hundred injured.