When They Came Back Home Poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma

Pundits wounded, were brought back home down
Long ago, forced to flee from their homes and crown,
Mountains and rivers, far from their own garden,
Winds wept and moon cried in that dark night frown.

Life became dark, and springs dry
Dew fills ridge-line growing cactus-es. Their hairs fly
Whiter in dead life. The flame secular flickers by
Mis-fortune over and over - and for what cry?

Never thought of death as times moves in
And took their best away without din,
No hope to defeat the sorrow seems to win,
Lashed all the hopes swayed away for no sin.

With false hope in sad springs,
Tired and defeated, fluttering wings;
Still chasing life’s golden rings,
But still with faith strong to taste lofty things.

Courageously, fearlessly,
The day of trial bear, tirelessly;
For gloriously, victoriously,
Can coming home quell despair infinitely?