Dr. Yogesh Sharma

Bronze Star - 2,187 Points (1-7-1959 / india)

I Am Tasleema - Poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma

I can not write a book right now,
I was thrown out of my house,
After a half meal; in fear,
By train or by air; I do not know,
Or slowly on foot.

There is a pain in my heart,
Given to me by Mullahas years ago,
The wound is still unhealed,
They say; I m sick,
Needs meditation; for my dear pen.

Cows, the honour of my town, crossing my way,
Urinating; throwing their tail in happiness,
Sharing the intellectual joy of intellectuals and artists,
On their way to university and art gallery,
Silenced by the tyranny of Mullahas.

On my way to Kolkutta; my second home,
The aimless procedures; files; replies; circulars,
Garbage of notes; comments and complaints.
Fear for vote bank,
Din and noise; all about for a small roof.

I was dispatched out; how and why,
Only to make Mullahas happy;
The D-day approaches;
The streets of the City was reddened by the marauding mob.
Alas! A hapless women was a danger to the nation,
But crores of notorious intruders are dear vote bank.

Cows returning their home with heavy steps,
Panic stricken children running for shelter,
Carrying bag full of books on their shoulders,
Crying with horrible memories,
And the comrades of death counting their votes.

As I board a plane, I turn round to see,
The blood of innocent in the sky,
Motionless birds in their nest,
But they have accomplished their task
Avenged the loss of Nandigram.

But I am a shuttle cock;
Hit by the vultures for their trade,
What have I accomplished?
Floating with painful memories,
For the wanton world; it is all cricket.

With today; searching answers for tomorrow’s challenge,
This is the way women go round and round,
The secular labor finds its rhythm in ballet boxes,
Emerging from the black art treading harshly,
In the sacrifice of Tasleema-a homeless woman.


Comments about I Am Tasleema by Dr. Yogesh Sharma

  • Allemagne Roßmann (8/17/2011 7:02:00 PM)

    She has French and Swedish residencies.I believe most of her writings was to achieve this better country lives and have importance which muslim women might well be thinking with hijabs and burkahs.But you can go into Iran, Saudi Arabia, Egypt and Tunisia and very close Turkey and Azerbaijan, UAE.Her the muslim women have better lives than Indian subcontinents.They live richer unlike India and also die richer.The economy of this countries are also better than India not because of oil everytime.Turkey as no oil but turkish liras account for 29 indian rupees.Still i dont know how india claims to be growing economically colonized by Americans.This way a country never grows depending on another country.England and Germany did not.Nor even France.As for Taslima its sad she was attacked almost in Hyderabad, Nizam city of India.It feels liek thr true and free speeches are forbidden in the country.Well written though.

    Do read my 'A Gandhian Gujrati Philosophy'..
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  • (5/28/2009 1:28:00 PM)

    extremely moving..... (Report) Reply

  • (4/29/2009 9:57:00 PM)

    Dear Dr Yogesh Sharma,
    The hounding out of Taslima is one of the saddest moments in India's contemporary 'secular' history militating against the basic Indian ethos of sheltering the persecuted, more so a hapless woman who heroically exposed the untold atrocities against the Hindus of Bangladesh. Frenzy, madness and superlative hypocrisy selling at a premium! Thank you for your touching poem. Regards.
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  • (4/23/2009 11:36:00 PM)

    Thatr was extremely moving, Sharmaji. Just another day in the life of the defenceless Indian. The glory that WAS india. Still is? You tell me!

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 10, 2008

Poem Edited: Wednesday, June 2, 2010

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