Dr. Yogesh Sharma
Second Exile - Poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma
Home they brought Him back,
To his beloved Ayodhya from exile,
He must be saddened,
To see a mosque and minarets,
A symbol of hate and brutality,
Erected by a diabolical invader Babur,
On the rubbles of His cherished home
Where he learnt to walk and talk,
Holding the fingers of his mother dear,
Love flew like waves of Ganges.
What was devil’s religion, world knew,
Destroyer is loved and revered
By sick countrymen.
All the roaring waters of Holy Saryu,
Failed to wipe out the blood stains,
From her gushing bosom.
Pleased must be He to see the brave devotees,
Restoring His cherished home,
To call Him back from the second exile.
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
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