J.N.U Poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma

Souls of Lance Naik Hanamanthappa
And Lance Naik Hemraj
Lamenting and shedding tears,
Why we died? Why we died?

They wake up in the midnight,
Their voices can be heard from distance,
Just hear them. Just hear them.
Their voices can be heard at LOC and Siachen.

They heard the slogans of JNU,
A paradise for communist propagators
And lovers of Afzals and Maqbools,
But hardly thinking their own nation.

Hug and kiss are their cherished syllabus,
Beef and mutton parties in the dorms,
Burning of the Manusmriti, slur to Goddess Durga
Are their cultural fests.

Foreign repressor Lenin, Mao and Marx,
Are their Gods,
And worship Mahishasur with pride,
But no love for nation and martyrs.

In hostels and chambers,
Gather for fake revolutions,
On subsidized education and rooms,
But nation love this subsidized heaven.

Enjoying quotas and cashing backwardness,
Weaved a circle round so strong,
And close the eyes to enjoy backwardness,
For honey-milk are they fed.

Freedom to roam with secular butterflies,
Those sleep among the revolutionaries,
Souls of martyrs in their combat dress,
Seeking freedom to gun rogues in mortal dress,