Tears For The Land Poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma

You observed me growing in your lap,
Shared and enjoyed my incorruptibility,
I worship you without shame.
I am with you and you are with me,
Jointly we spend night and day.

I can not abscond you, you know,
You shade my world, you fulfilled my life;
With all the bliss of life, but ignorant may call me a fool,
But I am an element of you, and mutually we will always be.
And I snoop like a devotee to you.

But to the acts unholy we howl together,
When I was mauled by the jihad fanatics;
I felt so forlorn in my own land,
But you smiled on my tears, made me sick,
And you forgot my sleepless nights.

My dreams came humiliating in my own land;
But you disregard our days, we faced the joy and sorrow,
And pledged to build our vivid tomorrow.
I relish those flash I enjoyed with you,
The hilarity and moan we shared together.

But scoundrels snatched my dreams away,
You feed those butchers to stand to grow,
But now my life has no place to live,
No place beyond the thundering of skies,
Blind to their sins only Krishna or Ram can save my honor.

Lifted, mauled, and converted to a dark faith;
Raped, veiled, and threw me into a perennial night;
Now ugly would the sky look,
Entire being is filled with sorrow,
Give me death to release my self.

Jihads made my life meaningless and bitter,
In these dark lanes of neurotic Islam,
No lass can ever live blissfully in this dampen world,
Mad sons of barbaric faith snatched my joys away,
I want to hug death in your lap to circumvent those unholy hands.


N.B. This poem was penned to express the plight of Hindu girls of Pakistan, abducted and forcibly converted to Islam, forcibly married to Muslim boys and raped for life out of forced wedlock.