Dr. Yogesh Sharma
Farce Or Real Show - Poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma
No love in any corner settles,
No mantra in chilly air and dew;
All the towers and skyscrapers,
Shuddering and trembling like a man mew.
The bells of waiting dawn ring,
Shaking lamp-electric blaze across the night,
In scores of tinged-glass casement wing,
From India Gate to Ridge Green right.
Flag in the dilapidated Town Hall,
And girls in chinos laughing at Dad,
Says 'Happy Republic Day to you all'
And sleepless kids in slums are sad.
And uncultured oafs memorize Mum,
Even the immaculate ones who dwell,
And Parade Marchers say 'Come! '
You are safe at Raj Path cell.
And is it real or farce? For if it is,
Soaked in saline but classy scent,
The syrupy and silly Republic Day things,
And shocking knot so humanely meant.
May you wake up on January 26 th,
Finding that the nation has not change,
To a blissful end, the illuminating health,
Farce and rot flow, and these have no range.
Glide of a jinx on a flake made out of sand,
May what you see in the mirror delight you,
To forgive and forget your faults, be blind;
And what others see in you delight too.
Dear friends help those, some who sleep;
Beneath the unknown pyre-lit:
No pleasant memories they keep;
To farcical all they said and hit!
May someone love this nation enough,
To remove the stains, and tell the world;
About the virtues and generous boughs.
May you live to say, ’ I love my homeland,
At least once a day, to your spouse,
Your child, your parents, with all your call;
And to your friends; secretary, nurse, masseuse,
A Very Happy Republic Day to All!
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