Nri Poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma

From childhood dreamt to be an NRI been,
As poor Indians; I do not want to be seen,
As I landed on an alien shore; I could ring
My passions from a joyous spring.

Lost in a new world but I could not taken,
My joys; I could not awaken:
My heart failed to dance at that tone;
And all I found, I found all alone.

Brooding past in my mom’s arms, in the dawn
Of all the tempests of life could not drown,
Saved from every storm of good and ill,
That love and mystery, tie me still.

Just before the sunset, all eyes set hither;
Father on my one side, mother on my other:
Brother on my left, sister on my right:
Good morning, my brother, my sister, good night.

Here amongst the hot torrents and wild fountains,
Hitting hard the red cliffs of red mountain,
Sun seemed to me as red ball that round me rolled,
Perhaps In its autumn lies my destiny cold.

Frightened by the thunder and lightning in the sky
As I pass ghost of memories fly by,
Life beaten blue, by the thunder and the storm,
Like withered leaves of autumn, life took the form.

Crawled and drowned under the black rain,
Of suffering and lonely in long train;
When the rest of the world was happy and blue,
I saw my self surrounded by demons in my view.


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