Flying To Silicon Valley Poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma

I

This country is not for meritorious and talented;
The youth lost in one another’s arms like animals.
- The passing generations have nothing to pass,
Accept filthy wealth and sick Sanskars.
- Their song is like departing prayer,
Polluting rivers, markets selling animal cadavers;
Fish, birds, or animals all facing knife,
Slaughtered in this sensual taste of flesh,
Festivals of death and ignorant intellect.

II

A meritorious and talented is but a valueless thing,
A branded jewelry on a coffin,
And soul beat the breast and cry, and louder cry
For every coffin with mortal jewelry branded,
Lamenting as no taker for merit nor tears
Just memorials of its own elegy;
And therefore decided I to cross oceans and lands,
And fly to the city of Silicon Valley,
A holy city of merit and talent.

III

Merit and talent proving their worth,
Like holy sages meditating in Ganges holy sand
To bring the God closer to man,
Delivered from the holy sand and waters,
Attired in gyre of success and joy,
And be the dancing-masters of my-self.
Flying my heart, swelling with desire
Secure to a glorious end, with joy up-to brim,
And lead me into the fame of eternity.

IV

Once out of this land where zero is hero;
Never return to offend my merit and talent;
But a land where only merit and talent make;
Pure gold and golden life,
To keep a tiring and exhausted mind fresh,
Or rest upon a golden hand to sing and dance;
With the lords and ladies of Silicon Valley
To milk the best, the merit and the talent,
Or a new identity beyond the grave.