Faith Of Hatred Poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma

In this world, up against his back,
After seeing man splashing in blood bashing,
Lust flew him to savage era pack,
But there is no happy time in this flashing.

Volcano lives in the hearts, waiting for a quaking,
Chest and arms once more fall slack,
Of the fiery life within leaping,
Like the wild fire, as naked man on track.

And soon the hot, stray blood came oozing,
Of dirty blast, and the thoughts those hung the wars,
Whether this deeper hatred lie deep in hiding,
And the winds' became sad like broken stars.

Tired people follow love faith, of God's making,
In this un-patriotic nation, all ready to lead,
Talk highly more and more with the low faking,
Forgetting about poor, helpless, innocent lad.

Killers' long beard, like hair being one with the spiky grass,
Round skull cap, like barren and dusty land,
Who knows? Who hopes? Who troubles? Let it pass!
They blast. All sleep, less tremulous, less cold,
Than no one wakes, and awaiting waking. Alas!