Tinsel Town Bollywood Poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma

Impious and false, in light but blind race,
Mock peers’ no virtues, with false mirth;
With a jealous heart; and feigning promising love;
False freedom, themselves too sensual for coins;
Poison life's beauties, and beguiling the heart;
Of faith and quiet hope, and all that soothes,
But all wait with high spirit to stand forth,
Never worried about insulted and failed oceans,
Always faces odds as idly as waves,
As the dark see-weeds, wiped from the shores;
But always ready to bloom with triumph.

Never repenting the wrongs and stunts of foes,
Image, image, image…O my fans;
Laugh at bitter truths, with no bitterness;
No zeal for social and national deals;
For never true courage and honesty dwell,
Play tricks with silver screen but look bright,
At their own vices dupes deep delusion,
Lives with restless enmity with fellow Khans,
Poor fellows who steal all hues and qualities,
Enrich their rank wicked, dote with mad stupidity;
To be-fool their all and sundry.


Image, image, image… But, O dear Bollywood!
O my glittering Isle! Needs must thou prove,
A name most dear and holy to me and world,
Where bonds of natural love flows,
Within the limits of thy bright studios,
To me, who from thy lights and cameras,
Thy screens, thy dancing dames, thy music and rhymes,
Have drunk in all nation’s mental life,
All sweet sensations, all creative thoughts;
All adoration of God in nature,
Pretend lovely and honorable wings.

Always keep on flying, their mortal spirit;
Thinking about the pleasure and high future name,
Kill their emotions and self and fears hide,
Borrow false beauties to walk with awe,
Sing glittering rhymes and hugging vengeful rival,
With guest like welcome, spraying perfume;
The light denies but live in sunny gleam beautiful,
Farewell to soft and silent nights,
Life free from worries and dark spots,
Only Starlet! Stardom! In lonely sojourning,
Laid rest less in a quiet and surrounded nook.

Dim tinted, of that huge amphitheater of rich;
And artificial fields, seem like society-
A livelier impulse and a dance of thought!
And behind them, hidden from world view,
In my own lowly cottage, where my heart;
And my babe's mother dwell in peace!
In sunlight, I yearn for love and thoughts,
Desired for human mind, in the glittered world;
But darkness is seen with shattered dreams,
But happy birds, she flies on her way,
And the moon gleaming bright on her wings.

Yet my love is thinking of dangers of this world, -
Of casting couch, breakers, that laugh at roar;
How little they care, if in dark and light
They take all who crawl from the shore!
Praying the heart to grant peace and joy,
To rock that is under His in kingdom,
As we tremble in the sound and fury,
O'er the gulfs of the concrete sea.
Looking back from the dim-lighted caves
Where life and its treaties are laid,
The dreams lost while we battle the smoke.