What A Shame? Poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma

Nation is gashing and rupturing in the waters of August,
Shoots of barley have the gleam of infants’ smile,
Flood is hitting my threshold,
Rays of dawn lavished upon the barley shots,
Like the love of newly wed,
But why I cannot sing?

Waters in holy Ganges is simmering with delight,
Leaves are resting the dew drops,
Barley fields dancing with joyful waves,
Ushers, into rays of gold and silver,
And in this wonderful show of autumn,
Only I remain mum, why?

Nation is numb and without murmuring of life,
As we are in an evil age destroying and defiling,
The messages of Lord Ram and Lord Krishna,
Perceiving the three existence,
Of past, present and future, tingles more brightly,
Than the values of Ram and Krishna.

The evil designs of killer devotes,
Has spread the bloody and destructive wings,
And I remain a secular champion,
Flying the pi-geon of love and peace,
Like changing nappy of infants,
A meaningless life. What a shame?




DR. YOGESH SHARMA