Road Is Closed Poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma

Road Is Closed



Officer,
My child…..
Officer,
My father has…..
Officer,
My mother………
Officer,
My wife,
Writhing with labour pains,
Perhaps die….
Officer, officer, officer? ? ? ? ?
But all the officers! ! !
Are become stone? ? ?
Due to this Jam!
Will any body tell?
The cause of this,
Indefinite closure.
Will anybody solve?
The puzzle of,
This untimely closure.
When will the road,
Breathe again and open;
A dying man cried,
Faithfuls are offering their,
Holy Friday prayer,
On this road.
Perhaps sick and faithfuls;
All are in hurry to meet Allah,
All merciful! All benevolent!
By this road closed.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
N.B.: This poem is written to see the terrific problem faced by people in India, due to the regular closing of roads to help Muslims to offer their Holy Friday Namaz on the roads. In India this is a regular scene on Fridays when Muslim offer their Friday Namaz on roads and administration help them in this practice and during that time road are closed for people and traffic causing large scale closures of roads and massive disturbance in the movement of people and vehicles and people face all type of problems.
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