ALL POEMS OF DR. YOGESH SHARMA

Poetry Series
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
- poems -
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Dr. Yogesh Sharma (1-7-1959)
. The poet is a teacher who believes in universal brotherhood. He loves
humanity, social justice, secularism, woman's empowerment and nature. He
believes in realism. His poems are far away from the flight of fantasy and
imagination. He is very close to realism of life, society and world in his
poems.
Works:
Influence of Bhagawad Gita on Matthew Arnold
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A PRAYER FOR NEW YEAR
Happy, happy New Year,
A year without fear and tear,
A year with all the wealth,
A year with best of health,
A year for the fulfillment of wishes,
A year to feast with delicious dishes,
A year to get showers of prosperity
And no tough time and all charity.
A year with all the divine tribulations,
A year without any trepidation,
Blissful, bright, blowing declaration,
Wonder, wine, eventful conviction.
Are these New Year resolution?
Or begging for free perversions.
By,
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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AKBAR THE GREAT
Don’t slaughter the innocent of Chittor,
Oh! Akbar the Great,
Of brutality and barbarism.
Ending the light of thirty thousand lives,
Deceitful Hindus, with divided nationality.
Makes thee a victor,
Thou thinkest by slaying the innocent,
To control the sky.
Alas! No,
Thou hadst thirty four ill fated wives,
And five thousand concubines,
In thy own brothel.
The debase married motherly Salima
Aging wife of,
Father figure,
Bairam Khan.
But thou needed the ‘mysterious blessing’;
Of a Fakir,
To father a rogue son,
Questioning king’s manliness.
Who never honored thy proginator,
Perhaps knowing about the ‘black magic’
Of thy birth.
Revolted thy own seed, against thou misdeeds.
Dejected, disillusioned,
Thou embraced Deen-E-Ellahi,
And renouncing Islam,
Under the influence of a Hindu queen.
And made people chant,
Allah ho Akbar,
Or God is Akbar,
To declare thyself Almighty.
Failed, forlorn and frustrated,
Dealers of secular sect;
Canonized the tyrant,
Akbar The Great.
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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APARTHEIED GLORIFIED
Quota Oh quota,
Worst than pota,
Racism strengthened and legalized,
Apartheid glorified and constitutionalized.
Islamic quota, Christian quota,
Harijan quota, tribal quota,
Backward quota, handicapped quota,
Regional quota, linguistic quota.
Quota madness welcomed,
Divisive forces institutionalized,
Ah poor meritorious soul! If this be so,
No end or balm for this woe,
No peace for bright wood,
No cure for thy mood.
FROM:
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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BHAGAVADGITA AND REBIRTH
Gita says that when a man dies
His soul takes new birth on, to earth;
Passes in some new body but disguise
From a new womb he takes new birth.
With tender limbs and brighter gain
The same soul takes new path again.
Such is the sermon of Lord Krishna and my cast;
This body, this band that holds the pen,
It comes and goes and does not ever last,
And turned, as dust, to dust again;
These eyes of mine have closed and shown
Many a times at Haridwar, Sangam and Ujjain.
All that man rightly think or do,
Or make, or spoil, or bless, or blast,
His curse or blessing justly due
This one is neither slays nor is slain past.
His life is an account of the sum
Of good or bad indulged, or overcome.
Man knows that in his lives to be
His sorry heart will ache and burn,
And worship, power and wealth tree,
As man moves on the roads spurn,
His road shall be the road he made;
All that he gave shall be repaid.
Indeed, Bhagavadgita tells,
O man! Renounce this tiring strain!
Surely, surely, he must trust Him well,
Only his action, a good great man obtain,
Place, crowns, wealth and a happy end,
Certain is birth for the one that has died.
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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BHARAT RATNA - SACHIN TENDULKAR
Dearest master blaster, you can never be tired,
When first by your bat nation mesmerized,
That beauty still in your strokes galvanized,
Shaken by your thunders white man’s pride.
That wondered double hundred turned,
The yellow autumn, into joyous hold,
Like priciest perfumes, in scorching June sprayed
And still see you as fresh as new bride arrayed.
Magical strokes flutter from jeweled pair of hand,
Choicest out from the towering figures and no stop deemed,
Your gracious hue reduced the pain national in stand
But still failed to cool down your run passion wild.
Pray to God, this humble great son of this sand,
Blessed by Bharat Ratna of this holy land.
FROM:
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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BLASTED NATION
Blast here and blast there.
Sadly blast everywhere
Blood in the sky, blood in the air,
Blood on the earth, blood in fair.
For knaves, it is a victory for secularism,
For vultures, it is a victory for communism,
No reservation in bloody kingdom,
This is big Jihadi fiefdom.
Nation is on the axe of division,
Leaders deliver false illusion,
Poor victims die without justice,
Killers blessed with secular bliss.
Moaning with never ending pleads,
Without mourners nation bleeds.
FROM:
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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BLEEDING NATION AND THE YOGI
Leaders lie, the nation who boost us in a loud coarse beat,
But hunger is here a permanent guest, and all miseries greet;
Sighing and crying seeing the weary faces in the street -
Only express sorrow for the owners of those faces in the fleet.
And cause of sorrow, in a land so holy and fair feet,
Shocked to see the dying farmers, cursed by hunger and eat;
I look in vain for traces of the fresh and sweet
Every where sallow, sunken faces that are there to greet-
In hours before the dawn dim, the starlight in the sky lit,
The tired and weary unemployed youth begin to trickle but unfit,
Like pale Jamuna flow the faces in the street –
To the beat of work less and sick youth’s heavy feet -
But gangsters rule the moments, masses beneath the dust and heat
The nation is full of hatred and greedy faces in the street -
Grinding body, grinding soul, earning nothing to eat -
Tells of the city's unemployed upon his weary beat -
And after the hours in the factory, feet have slowly dragged in corner pit,
And sickly black chimneys rise to mock the hungry day’s heat,
Ah! My heart aches for the owner of fear and weeded in the street
Sad smile that mock the owner, and with words; half entreat.
For in its heart are growing thick the crime dens and pit,
Hungry pleads for mercy in the corner of the street -
Sinking down, sinking down, battered, wrecked by don’s beat -
A dreadful, thankless trade is hers, that mother of the street.
Human forms shall rot away in cities like pig meet,
And butchers faces roam freely, but unfit for any street -
Even holy cows are not loved, served as dish as secular meat -
In dens of vice and horror that rule all cities and the street.
Ah! Sonia Man Mohan's slaves, your knees thrill, your hearts in joyous beat,
When God demands a reason for the sorrows of the street,
The wrong things, the bad things, and the sad things that we meet
In the filthy lane, the cruel, heartless nation’s street.
I left the dreadful corner where the steps are never meet,
But when the night came dreary with the driving rain and sleet,
They haunted me - the shadows of those faces in the street,
Flitting by, flitting by, Flitting by with noiseless feet.
Once I cried: `Oh, God Almighty! If Thy might doth still conduit,
Now show me in a vision for the wrongs of Earth a cure in sight,
And in the warning distance heard the tramp of many feet,
And soon I saw the army that was marching down the street.
Then, like a swollen river that has broken bank, wall and no halt,
The human flood came pouring with the saffron flags smart,
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And kindled eyes all blazing bright with revolution's heat,
And flashing yogis replacing rigid faces in the street.
Nation swings to the rhythm of Yogi Ramdev’s feet,
Danced to the yogic art, saved by the blessings of God greet -
The dreadful ill breed leaders replaced by yogis without heat,
In that pent track of living death - the nation’s brute street.
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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Brand Name
God send me on the earth, an innocent being,
Untouched by the black and white doing,
But the world branded me as a Brahmin,
And a curse fallen on this urchin,
A child of lesser God,
The entire honor was forbidden to this pod,
Education, help, livelihood,
All was snatched by Robin Hood,
Some branded it as social equality,
But it was state cruelty,
Other’s called it secular passion,
But it was ugly repression,
All the isms kill human rights,
They are the Jan us face of racial might.
FROM:
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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CELESTIAL NYMPH
Feeds nectar from her warm tap,
Fondles the toddlers in her cozy lap,
Holds fingers to teach, walk, talk and rock,
Hovers always like a caring hawk.
Frolicking stories to make him eat,
Sacrifices every thing without any heat,
Nurses it with sweet passion,
Her heart and existence is at its tension.
Always praying for its happy plan,
Grooms a tiny tot into a towering man,
Heaven rests under her feet,
But she dies for its one smiling greet,
She is a fathomless ocean of love and sacrifice,
Loved and blessed by mother need no device.
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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CHILDREN OF LESSER GOD
Some children are high in demand,
As they are good mannered,
But not blessed and loved,
By their progenitors red,
Day out and day in never exhausted,
Milked by their parents brutal, unstirred.
Never played with ball and balloon,
Never tasted sweet cakes and soft loom,
Life’s delicacies for never cry or bloom,
They are so good but live in perpetual gloom,
Even follow the instructions by tiny goons,
Saucy masseuses for decent blondes.
Get a coin per day and left over meal
Children of lesser god shower gold on deadly seal.
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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CROSSING THE BOUNDLESS
Don’t cry for me when I an no more,
Gone far away, never to listen your lore.
Driven and tossed in a mysterious world,
Where you cannot hold me by your hand.
Enjoy your life Almighty planned for you,
Only preserve happy memories in view.
For your depleting mind and sinking fray,
It will be too late to mourn or pray.
Yet if you want me to remember for a while,
Don’t grieve for me when you retrieve,
Shed the burden darkness and pain,
Enjoy, beauty of thoughts and happy of rain,
Better try to forget the dark and pass,
Try to smile and dance likes a teen lass.
FROM:
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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CURSED BEAUTY AND BEAST
Charm like a bright star-
Moved alone in a king’s bar,
Usurped by the desperado killer,
Butchering her hubby dear.
Her splendor became a curse to self,
Veiled in a rotten dwell and no relief,
Mothered sixteen rogues with grief,
In fourteen years of hell of conjugal life.
Lived like a to be slaughtered goat,
Surrounded by mercenaries ghost,
No body to hear her pained breath,
And so lived her life sworn-ed to death.
Played like a bitch on monarch’s thigh,
No one to feel her pain high,
Cried for ever in a bitter unrest sigh,
Only eyes narrate the sad tale but cannot defy.
Temple grand was razed to rest her dead,
Hands were chopped of grave diggers, sad;
Easier to brand as love memorial, grand:
But all for love or all for hate, mad.
It will be a treason to call it love,
And a sin against God seeing above,
The anguished woman shall never be,
The cruel lover never made her shine.
Her body grew thinner and thin like a bee,
Dreaming for love that never came;
Her soul was frozen in a dark lane,
Died un-warmed for true love's flame.
No body knows, what this great beauty inherits
Head queen with all the wealth and pains but no merit!
It sounds like tales from the Arabian land of spirits,
And life has no meaning, like universe with no day and night,
For pain, dear friends, she renounced this endless strain!
What worse thou has good great woman obtain?
Palaces, titles, slaves but a suffocated chain:
Or throne of curses which his sword had slain?
Cursed beauty was Mumtaz Mahal,
And the beast was Shah Jahan, cruel;
Memorial named is Taj Mahal,
Devotes are called intellectuals, secular.
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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DAUGHTER
God created daughter,
With special love and care.
She is a precious treasure,
Ushers in our life luck and flair.
HE blesses them with divine nectar,
To bloom them with laugh and laughter,
Arrival of a daughter,
Showers divine pleasure.
Love and happiness she showers,
Towering Druga in her grandeur,
Vibrant preserver and protector of culture,
Future mother, wife and sister,
In all the wonders, she is the best,
Mother earth is too short to give her rest.
FROM:
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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DEATH –A NEW BEGINNING
O! Death don’t scare your children,
One may doubt the existence of god,
But can’t doubt your reality,
Omnipresent death is always with me,
But I don’t fear the mightiest of all.
There is a mysterious door,
But where are the keys, nobody knows;
Looking impatiently and praying to God,
Life keeps on moving and without stop,
Age keeps on running and no retreat.
The Day of Judgment is predestined,
And re-incarnation, accordingly,
Death should be embraced with a sense of fulfillment,
All the powers under the sun can be tamed,
Only one shot of your wild love can sleep all eternally.
O! Mysterious death, lift me in your wings, swiftly,
I want to give my farewell hug to my darling,
And see my creator face to face and say,
“Here comes one who spared no wrong,
Waste not your tears; he was a patriot, not a secular sinner.
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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DEATH OF A JIHADI PRINCESS
Messiah of jihadis,
Silenced untimely by fellow jihadis.
The unkindest hands of insane Islamizes,
Fanatic, inhuman, savage,
A blot on mankind,
Downed the curtain of a chequred era.
Bloody end was the reward of,
Terror madness, raised and watered,
By her own hands and mind.
Kashi of west, Oxford failed,
To canonized her mind,
As suave, secular, friendly and non-violent.
A crowed puller enchantress,
Vying the throne of failed Pakistan.
Short did she play but always played with fire.
When house the scorpion,
Who stands to blame?
Daughter of a war happy father,
Always sworn, to wage a thousand years’ war,
Against a peace loving secular India.
Dreamt to plunder her,
And furl the defeated flag at Red Fort.
Failed, rejected, and hanged,
By his own gun totting marshals.
Her own brother was murdered brutally,
Considered a danger to her hunger and designs.
Courted by Mr. Ten Percent,
Violently departed from the world,
And Mr. Ten Percent got the crown,
For which she died.
Rejected by her own people,
Loved and respected by the clowns,
She hated and ambushed.
Her madness was without method,
Princess was Benzir Bhutto.
By: -
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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DEATH OF COMMONWEALTH- 2010
Perhaps games are gone into the world of shame!
And entire nation watching helplessly this defame;
Peoples’ wrath is high and loud,
And my sad thoughts are in abound.
Sick leaders loot and gulp with their dirty hands,
Like broken star upon some gloomy land,
Laughing and mocking the sportive beams,
Slaughtering millions’ happy dreams.
I see them dancing in an air of glory,
But peoples’ days, but sad and hoary,
See darkness even in bright days:
But leaders ready to dump all to decays.
O Almighty God! Kind and caring,
Watching all from high heaven towering!
Restore to your brutal justice you have showed,
And be merciful who to kind and bowed.
Dear, beautiful Delhi! The jewel of the nation,
Shining nowhere, but in the dark passion;
What corrupt and rotten lie beneath your dust,
Could control these man’s greed and lust!
He that has seen collapsing bridges may woe,
At first thought, if this show will toe;
But falling ceiling and cracking beds tell a tale new,
That is to all open, known and due.
And yet as stray dogs have some brighter dreams
Call their soul mates, where players have to make themes:
So large filth and dirt scenes descend into dear sleep,
And into filthy cabins and fear peep.
If stars are given a dead theme song,
There high flames hit hard by path holed roads’ tomb;
But when the show that played by rogues and goons,
Fear creeps mind of incessant doom.
O Father of world, and all
Bless this toiling and corrupted fair!
Resume Thy spirit for this sick nation to thrall,
Into true and happy success hall.
Either clear all the darkness, which blot and fill
My dear nation and people, silent still,
Or else destroy the rogues and goons’ dance,
Where nation do not see Mohan, Kalmadi, Gill, Dixit pass.
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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DEEP WITHIN
Today, I want to ask myself
What is it, that makes me weak?
It is a monotonous day round
Or the fear I abound,
The fear of being a loser-
The fear of loosing friends-
The fear of letting the hopes down
The fear of not owing the winning crown
The fear which lets me down
Is the fear of being MYSELF
My feelings are strong & deep within
Which lay unscrambled & akin
They ask me to let them out,
Share them & clear the doubt.
Then I make a promise to find,
Someone who will listen to my mind,
Someone who will take me up,
Someone who will share the cup
Someone who will make me proud
& make me feel on the 9th cloud,
Someone who will say a word
& will complete my incomplete WORLD.
PRIYA LOHCHAB
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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DESPAIR
The blue is tearing out for me and throwing fire,
Kindly think of thee and don’t tire,
You may be a news maker,
But short must be this fever,
But beguiling enough to last forever.
I felt crushed by the load I bore,
I have cried no maiden more,
Like a sharp spear,
I feel only for you and no fear,
This is the only truth and no more,
I was designed for this lore.
Every other thought and world I ignore,
And all the fear and tear I tore.
My eyes search for you when you are no more,
All my existence ready to pour,
Joy and happiness our friendship shower,
Pain and grief, it shares and cures.
Friendship is a rainbow between two hearts’ core
So let us be friends and be faithful
Your only idea makes me smile.
Love is always hidden like a cozy under attire,
Always enjoy its touch and never tire
But can’t be shared, shown and mire
FROM:
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
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Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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DESTINY AND MAN
Destiny is a force for our desires,
It makes us laugh and forget troubled wires,
Clears pain and miseries and gives pleasures,
It is best, who enjoy it, like million treasures.
Destiny is difficult for those who analyze,
Miserable for those who criticize,
It clears all doubts and cuts fear to size,
Put intelligence and confidence wise.
It gives patience even for long wait,
And teaches us, to learn, while waiting for fate;
Inherent beauty and blessings as its weight;
Delivers vice for non believer and chased by hate.
Teaches to accept every trouble, as a challenge in life,
Destiny is the best teacher and takes to happy isle and no strife.
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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DISCIPLINE IN LIFE
Get up before the first ray of sun brightens the day,
Welcome in a new bright day, touch the mother land to play;
And in the evening when the sun baths in the deep,
I can smile and laugh nothing there to weep.
Bed of happiness and contentment waiting to rest me fair,
and before lost in the deep slumber I must recite the prayer.
There is God and a new sun to welcome me new arises,
No sad dream shall haunt in my sleep and utter no lies.
But sweet sleep lulls me with all the love till a new dawn,
And hear mother singing the morning hymns in the lawn.
Get up and enjoy all the pleasures and grace,
You are here to live a blissful life and warm embrace.
O God makes me wiser like pearl of wisdom and lighter,
Like the unbeatable armor of a divine fighter
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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DIWALI
A festival of great expectations,
Millions of joys illuminate life’s creations,
With endless happiness, love and radiant vibrations,
Lord Ganesh and Goddess Luxmi descend with manifestations..
To bless the devotees they shower,
Peace, prosperity, success, sanskar, power,
Love and affection unconditionally in every bower,
Spread goodness and winning spirit in every tower.
Opens the gate of joy unlimited wide,
Fulfills every dream of life with golden ride,
With success and achievement in every stride,
Grace of god fragrant every nook and side.
Burns evil inside and outside,
With great vigor and furious tide.
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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DOCTORATE AND CONNOISSEUR’S WIFE
She was a daughter of a teacher, turned cheater;
And better half of a legal dealer.
Body rich and fresh as wife of bath,
But know how rotten and sick as defamed path.
Harassed and shamed her teacher till her last cell,
Drawing muddy waters from dogged scholasticism well,
Forced her simpleton teacher to act wrong,
Deceived and blackmailed for her theme song.
She was an all wicked creation,
Valued were rooted through corrupt foundation.
Morals, barren as daughter of washer man in Wasteland;
And brought up by the sick and smocked hands,
Attempted the doctoral trophy by sinning,
But the poor teacher more sinned without sinning.
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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DUSSHERA- A VICTORY DAY
Dusshera is a Victory Day,
Victory of Lord Ram over Raven,
Victory of almighty God over devil,
Victory of good over evil,
Victory of dharm over adharm.
It is a victory of life over death.
A victory of hope over despair,
A victory of creation over destruction,
A victory of light over darkness,
A victory of knowledge over ignorance.
A victory of justice over injustice,
Victory of dignity over oppression,
Alas! This victory will remain incomplete,
Till all the Kabeels, Sabeels and Afzals are hanged.
From:
DR. Yogesh SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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EGO AND THE MAN
Ego is the beguiling shield, unfair;
For lot of negative inner space found,
But little knowledge, device strongest in air,
To plug, all the holes in space, around.
Winners do not do different things, felt me;
But they perform differently and no complain,
Never take any soul for granted for thee,
Hold all to your heart and sail.
Because you may get up one day with a strain,
And realize you have lost a diamond free,
While you were lost in collecting stones vain,
And strangulate yourself like stung by bee.
Ever aloft enjoy the banner of victory blow,
To strive, to seek, to find and to grow.
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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ENLIGHTENED SOUL
Enlightened soul,
Empowers a man with inner beauty.
A man with inner beauty,
Vibrates a house with harmony.
A harmonious house,
Brings order in a nation.
A nation with order,
Spreads peace in the world.
And a peaceful world,
Gives energy to the people.
And people with energy,
Have liberated self.
Liberated self,
Enlighten souls.
From:
DR. Yogesh SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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EXPRESSIONS
How should I express my emotions?
Feelings are scattered and full of explosions,
On the intricate floor of compulsions,
Senses are wounded and hugging temptations,
On the floor of life lay without motion.
It is better to remain mum today fearing devastation,
Alone I am today, how can I say in hibernation.
Blessings are very little to count and no variation,
Worries are too many and no happy motivation.
No sunshine in my days for illumination
And nights are without comforts and imagination.
Always hungry for love and new creation,
Oh! God, strengthen my shattered faith with divine presentation
And bless the world without hatred and violent cremation.
FROM:
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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FAITH
Faith makes impossible into possible,
Teaches to live with hope to make all desirable,
Fulfill the self with love to see all things beautiful,
Sweetness in words and speech tingles and mingles.
Faith energies mind and heart with talent,
Empowers body hand with strength,
Fills eyes with peace and divine light
It delivers victory in life bright.
Faith in faith is like a golden ring,
It holds the finger tightly in the entire wing,
If we remove it from the finger and hinge,
It will make us feel a vacuum and ting.
Faith takes one and all to the Holy Land,
Of, “Om Shanti Om” with band.
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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FAITH OF PEACE
Tear down all temples, churches, gurudwaras and mosques,
Dig out all the rot and waste from the graves,
Break down all the divisions,
Of quotas, castes, race and religion,
But do not break the human heart,
There resides the God innocent.
Boot out all the earthly gods,
Forget priests, fathers, mullahs and maulvis,
And worship humans and humanity,
There lie the seeds of hope,
Let them bloom to spread the Eternal peace.
Don’t kill a Muslim or a Hindu,
Nor a Christian nor a Sikh,
But kill pride and hatred,
And sit together and love together,
And enjoy and worship the Faith of Peace.
FROM:
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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FASHION FATIGUE
Long live the fashion and its tale,
But fashion is dead and no bail,
All bitten by fashion fatigue and trail,
Life is happy and high with fashion mail.
Life is best when world is happy on our fashion;
Fashion inspires and shower smile with passion,
Fashion is a statement, not a device or commotion;
It is to show world taste high, wide and its narration.
Fashion is keeping face to sunshine, over your head;
To hide dark shadows around face and be glad,
Alas! Now bleeding high and dry and displaced,
And fashion buzz is gone and designers are travelers red.
Fashion is for field and fashion is for hearth;
Fashion is a sword and a needle and for all worth.
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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FEARED REPUBLIC
Nation is thrilled and filled,
Celebrating January 26,2010.
Viewing the labored faces in the idiot box,
I am brooding,
What we have achieved?
What we have lost?
Is it only a talked republic and
Much cherished constitution?
I want to introspect,
What is it that makes my nation weak?
Why million cries beat my heart day round
And make me feared abound.
Fear of rising index of crime and corruption,
Fear of soaring prices and empty bellies,
Fear of unholy nights and bloody days,
Fear of endless wait for justice,
Fear of chair deals by corrupt mohanics coalitions,
Fear of blast and mines,
Fear of blood thirsty Maowadis and Jihadis,
Fear of intruders welcomed without visas,
Fear of cross border enemies nourished as friends,
Fear of valued slaughter goats and unvalued girls,
Fear of despair in abundance,
Fear of banishment of hope and peace,
Fear why I love my dear sick nation?
Where merit is crushed and dreams shattered.
I am done with these fears.
My leaders secular ask me
To throw the fear and love out.
Then I cherished a dream inside,
Some one wakes us up,
Some who will make nation proud
And take the nation on cloud ninth,
Someone will act and heel our wounded world,
And not to wait for the dried flowers and devastated dreams,
To bloom in the next world.
FROM:
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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FLAG OF JUSTICE
Mute nation, counting coffins,
Stands dazed by the pyre,
Waiting for the next victims,
To be put on pyre.
Country deaf and dumb,
Shrouded in fear, numb,
Wailing widows, children orphaned,
Flashed across the streets like lambs.
Up on a platform,
A wolf in whites, roaring,
Loudspeaker blowing,
Jai ho, jai ho, jai ho,
Nation salutes the resolute spirit.
Living race can’t wait five years,
Think and decide today.
From:
DR. Yogesh SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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FLOOD FURY & CWG 2010
All the cities and villages deluged
how the life feels a languid and marooned
Floating and running for a covering,
and how life and comfort seem a rare thing
In the Flood Fury of 2010 games and life out of wing.
And how the waters gushing beat of the brain
all efforts but in drain,
in floods though all depressed and lonely,
at the fall of rain heavily
Know I not, only prays with folded and pale hands, meekly,
No joys seem –only to suffer and no hide,
All my fears are moved side by side,
cried to see the dead harvest
And death and destruction seem a common invest
In the flood fury 0f 2010 rest.
When the days of CWG 2010 are numbered,
Wake the honest souls, which are slumbered.
To a national cause holy, delight;
before the inaugural bell and lamps are light
Enter at the huge gate; to please the patriot heart.
With a slow and firm footsteps in line
Come all the players and guests divine,
March in the allotted file, in gentleness,
Wave their strong hands in righteousness,
Must branding there trace, and all in national dress.
Virtue of love lives and flood fury to flee,
Life of dignity and game of love I deem,
And, like phantoms happy and tall,
Dance upon the CWG village wall;
Shadows from sober, pious, and free fill the hall.
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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FORGET THE CURSE
Goodbye rotating world, I am going to my creator.
You are neither my pal nor my liberator.
Tossed through the mad crowd I frown,
Long has been shunted like defeated crown.
But now goodbye to fame and flattery,
To false pomp, show and treachery,
To the splendor of gold’s corrupted eye,
To chase of the crown mighty and high,
To false relationship and altered love calls,
To crying hearts and bleedings halls,
Goodbye rotating world, I am going to my creator.
I am flying to happy land with my master,
Where magical roots plan frolic lives.
Proud green hills in happy isles,
Where wounded feet have never land.
Every inch is pure to thoughts and hand,
Reside in a safe celestial abode,
Under the blessings of merciful god,
Echoed with me the celestial chant,
Moon, stars galaxy and wind rent.
Goodbye rotating world, I am going to my creator.
When I am rested on farewell pyre platter,
I smile at the pride and madness of man,
At the confused school and beguiling clan,
For what is your existence in this mad tower?
Where man is in a bush unaware of his master,
But in this confused web and silent nights,
Lost in funerals and sad sights.
I listened my master spoke last night,
To forget the curse designed for man white.
FROM:
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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FOUR! BRUTE LEADERS
Four! Brute leaders: loot and fry!
Panwar has taken deadly toll, all know;
And your kitchen-world true,
And your out-house too
All happiness robbed long ago;
These unbearable pains are not ready to dry.—
Four! Brute leaders; loot and fry!
Four! Brute leaders; loot and fry!
Raja has broken your telecoms, all know;
And are happy, dancing his ways
Robbed nation of trillions rays
All happiness robbed long ago;
Life and nation will remain sad and dry.—
Four! Brute leaders; loot and fry!
Four! Brute leaders; loot and fry!
Kalmadi and Dixit have tarred the commonwealth, all know:
And the entire national pride and beam
Of all the nation’s dreams
Honor and pride vanished long ago;
And no body was there to sooth the national sigh. -
Four! Brute leaders; loot and fry!
Four! Brute leaders; loot and fry!
Chavan has snatched the roofs of the war widows, all know;
And mighty but wrongs housed and fit
And killed the valour and grit
Sense of right and wrong gone long ago;
Martyrs in heaven tearing their sacrifice high. -
Four! Brute leaders; loot and fry!
Four! Brute leaders; loot and fry!
Leader sick and old, blessing the robbers, all know;
Watched by madam white, happy and light;
Delivered miseries and death without fight
Kindness and concern flew, long ago;
Masses left to die and cry.—
Four! Brute leaders; loot and fry!
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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FRIENDS AND FRIENDSHIP
Friends are the sweetest and the loveliest thing,
If one has a loyal friend, it is like a spring;
It showers life, happiness, and smile:
World is full of new things but fragile,
But good friends are found rarely,
This is creator’s power and miracle play.
Never try to see relationship in friendship,
With eyes on blue sky and keep life in relationship,
Feeling of friendship is a happy tale,
In the night and white always prevail,
It is a thing can’t be seen but very bright,
And the souls in that shadow enjoy high flight.
Friendship is not winning someone’s heart,
But surrendering yourself to someone’s dart,
When one is trusted by a friend,
It is not due to the excellence of mind
But due to the purity of a shining frame,
And great work of Almighty proclaim.
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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GENOCIDE IN TIBET
We are in a hollow world
Where people are headless chicken
Bloody revolutionaries, brute force charging together
To slay, the meditating monks.
Alas! Where are the sane voices?
All dried up
Fearing brutal comrades.
As dry chaff in the storm
Or flies over dead corpse.
Lifeless jokers, dancing meaninglessly.
Closed streets of Lhasa are red
With the blood of monks and lamas.
Some have crossed to a
Paralyzed other kingdom
To avoid brutal repression
Meeting hollow and stuffed comrades.
I cannot dare to open my eyes
To see death’s kingdom
Violent sunlight on shattered bodies
Dead land-ruled by cactuses
Raising of a dead man’s head
Under the cluster of dying stars.
It is death’s world
It is a paradise for ghosts
Moving alone
Trembling with fear
Lips kissing the dying soul.
Revolutionaries have no eyes
In this Death Valley
Bullets select their own targets,
Poor monks grope together
Speechless on this mountain of dying kingdom.
Hollow ideas, sad realities
No conception, no creation, no emotion
Havoc is made in the silent valley.
Only for a desire
To live and let live.
Alas! Roof of the failed world,
Looking-The defender of faith
The Holy One, the Absolute wisdom,
Have mercy, save us.
From:
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DR. Yogesh SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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GENOCIDE OF PUNDITS
Sigris were cold in pundit hamlets,
People here were fuels to jihadi guns,
Wailing widows crying for slaughtered kins.
Terrified returning homeward their tired way,
As world a towering inferno to them.
The air was carrying a sad silent tone,
Weeping birds complain to moon and stars
Crying about the lost ones,
Who will never be seen again,
No memorials erected for those slaughtered,
As they were not mad vote machines.
In that method less madness,
Some might have slaughtered with a fire within,
Or arms that might have raised an empire,
Or hands that might have rocked the oceans,
Some great Vivekanand might be there,
Or some cherished Tendulkar,
Might have lost his blood.
All merit they had but sad fate,
Slaughtered for a status and crown
And their shivering bones remained,
Unprotected from insult and bloodbath.
Let not power mock their toll,
Sad destiny and remorseful smile,
And rude kotwals of secular trade dancing,
Multicultural dons will remain their,
To curse names and race for their trade
Bestowed with a treasure hidden.
On unclaimed pyre lie their corpses,
Unfortunate, cursed and unattended,
Nation mocking their poor faith,
Alas! Poor pundits of Death Valley.
,
By,
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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GLOBAL BEATING
Beating here and beating there,
Beating sadly everywhere,
Beating in home sphere and beating in outer sphere,
Beating is a great national trade fair.
Beating by Sikhs, beating by Muslims,
Beating by Buddhists, beating by Christians,
Beating enjoyed like deadly secular insulin,
Beating sans dignity, grace, and order dipped in sin.
Beating in Kashmir, beating by Jihads,
Beating in Mizoram, beating by Maowadis,
Beating in Punjab, beating by Megalayaide,
Beating is a great Indian national pride.
Beating in Australia, beating in Malaysia,
Beating in America, beating in Arabia,
Beating in Dhaka, beating in Somalia,
Beating in Pakistan and beating in Indonesia.
Beating in Sri Lanka, beating in Afghan land,
Beating in Nepal, beating in New Zealand,
Beating in Dubai, beating in England,
Beating enjoyed as dance in Arabian land.
Beating hyped as tolerance and great creation,
Beating turned world as a big cremation,
Beating as national fashion and fascination,
Beating in every nation, without compassion.
Beating like this method less cowardice,
Beating without any word of courage to mince,
Beating is honor and honor is beating with avarice,
Beating is Indian history mocked Karl Marx and no theatrics.
FROM:
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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GOD, UNIVERSE AND MAN
Brahma created this universe for man,
Both are strong and classy ton,
HE cares both to drink the full life,
And protects them in love and strife.
Universe is like Eden Garden for man,
Man is a rose scented in this garden,
It blooms in all the seasons,
And remains safe, braving all the reasons.
Universe is not like an automatic mover,
Without tuning and labor, nothing delivers;
Universe is like a multichannel television,
And man has to adjust to get the best vision.
Positive action is a powerful weapon,
Life has to act rightly, for a place with reason;
Like an umbrella that cannot stop rain,
But empowers man to get the best train.
Positive thinking is expecting the best on world’s crest,
But, is also about accepting, every thing for the best,
As HIS plans are higher than our dreams,
Be ready to rupture in joyous beams.
Here nothing is old, nothing is new:
Nothing is bold, but depends, how we view?
When man loses hope, remember the point;
HIS love is stronger than man’s disappoints.
Enjoy life, as happy days are few;
Happy moments are like drops of dew,
Eager to disappear in all the seasons,
Because universe is like a boundless ocean.
O man! Don’t keep your dreams in eyes,
They may deceive you as tears wide,
Take dreams to your heart so that,
Heart beats force to covert them into fact.
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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GULF OF FATE
Deep inside the man, stays his fate
To shape his future, fast or late;
Unknown to Lenin and Laden, or to me:
Had they any idea about thee.
Unknown to them, as to their gun;
If this not their lot, why did they run?
He plays, provokes, tricks, fears, in world fair;
With kings, generals and maulvis sitting duck in chair.
Mighty nations, lap not this pear;
Chasing time, till last to bear:
Through dust and fear, till last all labored:
Into the designs, appear lighted.
Opens the knot, impossible;
Shapes destiny like teacher visible,
Remains unperturbed in the night,
Never whimpers, in the bright.
But in some seers, foresight rests;
Soul s great, Lord creates;
Fate is a gift beautiful, tells intangible:
To senses invisible to let smile.
FROM:
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
45
HAUNTED AUTHORESS
Oh tireless wanderer,
Not a happy and lucky one,
But a sad and helpless fugitive.
On a never ending chase,
For a nest and honor,
In this cruel world.
At the mercy of
Power hungry heartless leaders.
Shuttling like a cock,
Compelled to leave,
Dear and near ones.
Are you a shadow or a real being.
Alas! Thy progenitors passed away,
But denied to have a
Last glimpse of their coffins,
Blood thirsty Islamists,
Ready to sacrifice thou,
Like a bleating goat.
Perhaps, only the death,
Can relive thou of,
All the wounds and sufferings,
Inflicted upon, by fellow Islamists.
Oh the gypsy author,
Renounce this red world of hatred,
And embrace the world of love and brotherhood,
Faith of thy fore fathers,
And return to thy roots, dear Taslima,
And reincarnate into the mystical world of
Brahma, Vishnu and Mahesh.
From:
DR. Yogesh SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
46
HOPE
Man lives with hope,
And dies with hope,
Hope is a thing,
For all the wings.
Pain and pleasure,
Dotting phases of leisure,
Some are born to smile and enjoy,
Others with miseries and die like toys.
Hope is a deceiver and racist,
In thy world apartheid exists,
It is false and hollow,
Few smiles but many dies like flies,
World is a big crematorium,
Here mind and heart cease to work.
Where every body struggles for hope,
But majority perishes unblessed.
Parched lips and hollow belly,
Leave no space to lay in peace.
Death embraces them before date,
Uncared, unloved and unwanted.
O! Almighty God, bring out the funeral,
Of racism, quota, and reservation.
Bless all with merit,
And fulfill the dying Hope.
From:
DR. Yogesh SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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I AM TASLEEMA
I can not write a book right now,
I was thrown out of my house,
After a half meal; in fear,
By train or by air; I do not know,
Or slowly on foot.
There is a pain in my heart,
Given to me by Mullahas years ago,
The wound is still unhealed,
They say; I m sick,
Needs meditation; for my dear pen.
Cows, the honour of my town, crossing my way,
Urinating; throwing their tail in happiness,
Sharing the intellectual joy of intellectuals and artists,
On their way to university and art gallery,
Silenced by the tyranny of Mullahas.
On my way to Kolkutta; my second home,
The aimless procedures; files; replies; circulars,
Garbage of notes; comments and complaints.
Fear for vote bank,
Din and noise; all about for a small roof.
I was dispatched out; how and why,
Only to make Mullahas happy;
The D-day approaches;
The streets of the City was reddened by the marauding mob.
Alas! A hapless women was a danger to the nation,
But crores of notorious intruders are dear vote bank.
Cows returning their home with heavy steps,
Panic stricken children running for shelter,
Carrying bag full of books on their shoulders,
Crying with horrible memories,
And the comrades of death counting their votes.
As I board a plane, I turn round to see,
The blood of innocent in the sky,
Motionless birds in their nest,
But they have accomplished their task
Avenged the loss of Nandigram.
But I am a shuttle cock;
Hit by the vultures for their trade,
What have I accomplished?
Floating with painful memories,
For the wanton world; it is all cricket.
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With today; searching answers for tomorrow’s challenge,
This is the way women go round and round,
The secular labor finds its rhythm in ballet boxes,
Emerging from the black art treading harshly,
In the sacrifice of Tasleema-a homeless woman.
From:
DR. Yogesh SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
49
I AM WOMAN
I am not a body,
Nor I am a soul.
I am an idea,
I am a feeling.
I have rocked the oceans,
I have stormed the empires;
I have humbled the warriors.
Eyes cannot see me,
Eyes are only bulbs to see exhibitions;
I am not an exhibition.
I am a feeling to be felt;
I am woman.
FROM:
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
50
IDEAS
Ideas come and ideas go,
Ideas mesmerize and unite,
Ideas captivate and elevate,
Ideas propel desires and drive deep,
Ideas travel one to heaven and may carry one to hell
Ideas come like storm and fly like zero, san beginning or end,
Ideas have a meaning of assurance for ecstasy, strength and future,
Ideas put roses on a heart pained,
Ideas hide every thing inside like breath for a mysterious tomorrow.
Sometimes good, sometimes bad,
Sometimes encouraging, sometimes depressing,
Sometimes philosophic, sometimes scientific,
Sometimes secular, sometimes nationalist,
Sometimes brighten the heart in passion,
Sometimes deliver the pain and depression,
Sometimes carry on cloud nine,
Sometimes drown in the world under,
Some ideas bring ups and downs, like tides of oceans.
Ideas have a melodious meaning for life,
Ideas have vitality, vigor and attitude for life,
Ideas are mind and heart for life,
Ideas change the music of life,
Ideas water the idea of life,
Ideas translate past, present and future,
Ideas are eternal cycle,
Ideas are omniscient, omnipresent and omnipotent,
Ideas always shrouded in mystery, like a child in womb.
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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IN MEMORY OF MARTYRED SOLDIERS
Remember patriots, died, for the nation wounded;
Remember an honorable force, ignored, trampled and wronged:
From Kargil to Dantewara, O listens to their song;
The brave soldiers have suffered painful wrong.
Their noble names are written on India Gate,
All bear burning black disgrace without any fate-
They are the true sons of this holy land,
Never cared for themselves but for their band.
Cursed by a corrupt human right paper in a Jihad killing case,
Vultures haunted them for many years, and left in lurch to face,
Heartless, rotten judge tormenting them till last,
Like a cruel and heartless surgeon’s knife aghast.
The brave soldiers never cared for their loss of life,
They were the men lived their lives upon the edge of knife,
Fought for the safety of fellow brothers beneath the open sky,
Like phoenix, beating death they rise.
They only see the moonlight to silent the enemy trigger,
And made the killers to flee and snigger,
They never gave an inch of land to the murderers and thieves,
Sure they keep the nation safe—Parliament believes.
They never left the enemy safe even in hide,
Followed the sinners till they died,
By god, the brave did the work, braver, than they!
The widow’s curse is on your house, as the death is always at the doorway,
There were tears in every patriot’s sad eyes across mouth,
Died for the nation, threw the murderers in the south,
Always painted black by the leaders fed,
Held the tricolor high and wide every where they led.
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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IN SEARCH OF INDIA
Where is my dear India?
She is in hollow media!
Kashmir is a Jihadi den,
Punjab, a Khalistani hen,
Mizo, Nagaland are Cross pan,
U.P., Bihar, caste van.
Bengal is a communist hell,
Tamilnadu, a Dravidian well,
Maharashtra is a Marathi cell,
Alas! Nation a terror dell.
Half nation is Red kingdom,
Full nation is knaves’ fiefdom.
Then, where is my dear India?
India is in hollow media.
From:
DR. Yogesh SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
53
INDIA AND 2010
Terror, corruption and scams by false lords
And spreading darkness and darkness in,
The stinking secularism and social justice dim,
In every corner depression and nation chilled.
Reading false illusion of progress and tricolor furled
All the happy portals, closing begin,
Drought of honesty and patriotism thin,
The seeds of love spring rot and noonday hurled.
Happy days lost in noise and in false promise,
And summer dimmed her warmth out of dome,
But, O my sisters, O my brothers, hiding in cracking home,
These thick-skinned leaders hint of toil's release;
These feebler pulses, I pine to leave to others’ need
The tasks once welcome; evenings for peace need.
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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INDIAN SCARLETT
Aarushi, the poor girl,
Met, a mysterious end.
No dear ones to mourn,
But, commercial mourners in plenty.
Dead in her own closet,
Was found the poor girl;
By hemlok lover parents.
With a big question mark.
Parents cried out their pain,
Were they parents? Doubt lingers.
Was she taught about SANSKARS?
Or walk to talk.
Certainly not. Then, who is to blame?
Aarushi was the poor girl,
But poorer were thy parents:
Who have nothing to give her,
She lived dangerously with snakes and scorpions,
If the insect stung, who stand to blame?
The mother cannot control the wind,
The time passes by uncared.
Humming goes in fire,
Can one tame the time and winds?
Oh! No,
Why control it not before it flows,
Poor Aarushi!
The world is full of vultures.
Land safely, cut their wings,
Before they stretch their treacherous designs,
If not so
Millions of Aarushi will meet,
Their poor sister Aarushi.
Always love with care. Om Shanti Om.
From:
DR. Yogesh SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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IPL TREE
I was upset with IPL band,
The corrupt tangles not to end;
I was sad from head to toe:
Fail system let it grow.
Nation watched it with tears,
Day and night looked it with fears;
Scorn and awe, engulfed the entire smiles;
Leaders were dancing cruel wiles.
Conflict grew and grew day and night,
And reached to stinking heights,
And looters played an ugly game,
World knew it was vulgar wealth and fame.
Masked in their dirty stores,
Where wrongs have veiled all holes,
All joined hands to enjoy its shine,
But swear all, it was not mine.
Khan, Wadia and Panwar’s herd of crows;
All pretends to be holy cows,
In a morning beautiful all see,
IPL foes found hung with a tree.
FROM:
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
56
JAI HO HO HO HO
Cry or laugh,
On national helplessness,
And boost about hollow tolerance and brotherhood.
Shrug the shoulders,
And hide the cruel apathy,
Cowardice, incompetence and unconcerned ness,
Under the shroud of secularism and social justice.
Yelling about,
Tolerance, as glorious tradition,
Largest democracy, as highest pride,
Reservation, as tallest peak,
And secularism, as jewel in the crown.
Alas this narcissism,
Causing genocide, ethnic cleansing,
Sponsored killing, hatred, arson,
And what not?
Bleating secularism and reservation,
As immortal and eternal medicine,
To all crimes,
Ensuring divine security and eternal peace,
And leaving nation shivering in fear and grief.
Crown the Afzals, Soharabs and Ldens,
As national heroes,
And martyrdoms of Sharmas, Sandeeps and Singhs,
As national mockery.
Jai Ho sectarian secularism,
Jai Ho racial reservation,
Jai Ho Jai Ho Jai Ho Hind.
From:
DR. Yogesh SHARMA
E-mail- yogesh_krsharma@yahoo.com
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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JEHANGIR - A SICK KING OF HINDUSTAN
O, Noorjahan, thou know’st,
I have been sick all these days?
‘Justice, O Queen, on this brutal sinner,
Who tortured the world?
The river Jamuna was reddened
And run thinner every day.
Now see, I being sick,
Destined to be howled in the next world.
I, for myself, pained other’s heart,
The shame must be borne alone,
Bows my head and trembles my knees.
I am a kefir, vexed others, and cursed by God.
.O, Noorjahan, thou young, I old,
Sad he who lives here, on silk carpets,
All kind of fruits, grape syrup, apple, colored ice,
Cherries served in diamond plates,
I have meat, wine and virgins at will,
And palaces of treasure, nor enjoy these.
As my body and soul, both sick.
Crippled with deficiency syndrome,
Unknown are my real father and mother,
Borne by the magic of a fakir,
And one among thirty usurp wives and,
Five thousand concubines may be my mother.
Grey bearded corrupt courtiers never wrote,
Misdeeds my father did, nor the thousands did he slay,
He loved brutalities and lived long,
Cursed my childhood, with the cold, dull soil.
Youth blackened with follies and ill thoughts,
Doomed, absurd and arrogant.
Even the mighty name, I have,
Will soon be forgotten, when I am dead,
So have I neither fame nor joy.
Death’s harsh brush, dimmed thy cruel brow,
A life that wrote havoc with the sword,
Power made it imbecile.
Molded itself in wine, women and wealth
A life with vigor dimmed and decayed,
Now chocked, my faltering soul and tongue,
A brutal heart not to be wrecked by countless dead,
Will be buried under fretted stones’ tomb,
In a dark corner of Agra.
From:
DR. Yogesh SHARMA
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Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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LAND SAFELY, ALWAYS LOVE
Your vision makes my heart leaps up,
My life furls for your love,
Hold me near to your heart,
Like a new born babe,
Blessed by power Divine.
May God spread all joys around you?
Spread the loving and soft hues,
And paint you as beautiful as rose,
Stuff yourself with loads of love and joy,
Fragrant your world with deluge of laughter.
May your world be filled with divine cheers?
Banquets of glory move with you,
Cover your thoughts with ecstatic happiness,
Squeeze my love with glamorous dazzle,
Almighty’s love, blessings and peace within.
LAND SAFELY, ALWAYS LOVE.
From:
DR. Yogesh SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
60
LIFE
It is said to be my life,
Free to color and enjoy,
As I cherish.
Is it true?
It is all fictitious, meaningless,
As all are flawed.
Miles away from truth.
It is only an illusion.
And beyond the grip of time and place.
Good to delight a beguiling child,
With a kite,
But do not know to fly.
Life is like a balloon,
Hallow and empty,
Ready to burst and deceive.
And we are only a puppet
In the hands of cruel fate,
Who enjoys this joke?
From:
DR. Yogesh SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
61
LIFE AND BONDAGE
Bonding without bondage becomes more binding,
And familiar to all ears and name,
Believe everything happens for good meeting
In the long journey of life but once, -never be the same.
Today’s happenings, becomes tomorrow’s memory, forgetting,
Life is too short to remember sorrow and regret,
But enjoy every gift, good or bad as present letting,
Because the gift of life in itself is life got.
Love the people you meet and know them, -
As value of water can be known and pray,
Only by those whom thirst is known,
Same, life is known when we are alone and grey.
Lord Buddha deserted his palace for life of peaceful cuddle, -
But ignorant, desert peace and run for palace, -hugging Death,
Take inspiration from squirrel who give life to millions of trees trundle,
Who bury seeds and nut and forget—paves the way for life and breath.
Tears are the costliest preacher, '-
Only tears can explain the real meaning of life and soul,
It is easy to pretend the smile to your teacher,
But cannot hold back tears in eyes’ bowl.
It is easy to say not to mind miss and distance,
But difficult to accept in life here;
Very easy to say good bye and no resistance,
But hard to let some one go in life near and dear.
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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LIFE AND THE WORLD
Life is pretty sweating;
it is serious journey and joyous meeting-
What is life? It is not a joke;
Presents mirth with present poke.
Shrouded in mystery, future, still unsure:
Wrapped in stuff, all has to endure.
Folded in precious treasure plenty, -
come and kiss it, sweet and wealthy.
But in business, lost in strife;
But hard luck is followed by hope and hype,
body is bending, pining to die -
still lots of sunshine left, under huge, blue sky.
So blue will create new wonders
World is all smiling with all the grandeur's,
If it's heaven shining through;
life is so bright it dazzles you.
Winds singing, waters flinging, meadows breezing;
don’t be disheartened, you’ve lot of treasuring.
Destined for you none can take them from you;
Till blue sky is there to dance above.
God is there to bless in all, that matters -
God is there, to clear all the tatters.
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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LIFE AND VALUES
Life is all about positive vision,
It is to rise above worldly pain and passion,
It about for fellow beings’ sensitization,
It is about building inclusion.
It is about larger world connection,
It is about the value extension,
It is about personal tenacious transformation,
Never think about worldly succession.
Life is not about trophies and materialism,
Life is not about evolution,
It is about positive revolution,
Life is all about holy creation.
Learn not to cry when you have lost some connection,
But learn to smile when you know losing every possession;
Learn to live with thorns and difficult situations,
As rose, blooms out from thorns to fragrant inspiration.
Sacrifice, for noble cause is a million time greater recognition,
Than the sacrifice by millions for ugly emancipation,
Greatness and goodness are but ends’ glorification:
Life is not for means but total self renunciation.
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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LIFE IMPRISONED
On both sides the desert lies,
Vast stretches of sand flys.
That shroud the moor and sky,
Through the desert road runs by,
Too many towered cities high,
Here and there people go,
Nazim cries in voice high and low.
Veiled in a ghetto below,
Lays lass with eyes glow.
II
Dates, eucalyptus, palm quiver,
Dusty and hot winds raising fever,
Man folk chatter without any manner,
Writhing with pain under the hot towers,
Cry for a space in cool bowers
And the cruel city empowers,
The rogues to chain and torture,
The beautiful veiled lass in tears,
Tears and tears but no sympathy ever.
III
In the towers women in veil,
Moving with heavy trail,
Sad and disheveled sail,
If recently freed from jail.
But no one has seen her face frail,
Or exchanging her happy mail,
Only fellow sisters and animals hail,
Among the hardened bearded males,
Heard an elegy sad and sail.
IV
Inside she works night and day,
A dark world in colors grey,
She was told as Allah say,
Forbidden to breathe free and gay,
Only to produce children and stay,
Unknown of the curse wormy,
Covered from top to bottom steadily,
Reading the book sadly and holy,
Chanted loudly, slowly and reputedly.
V
Sometimes group of traders glad,
A procession of ulemas glad,
Skull cap, knee salwar and shirt long clad,
Sometimes a herd of camels sad,
Outlawed to music and young cupids wed,
She has no young suitor glowed,
To make love with his iron shield,
Is it a life or curse she cried?
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I am sick of this black shroud.
VI
A hajji came surrounded by faithfuls,
The sun was dazzling without lull,
That sparkled in the sand dull,
The apron white glittered full,
Young face and brow glow in sunlight still,
Head was clear of all the curls,
He was flashing in the sky purple,
Faith was ready to break and hurl.
VII
She threw the veil and left the room,
In quick paces jumped the gloom,
Unaware of her coming doom,
She saw his face bright and plume,
Faithfuls around were straining,
Leaves and plants became pale and waning,
Birds and animals in the rest complaining,
Low and heavy clouds raining,
And words in the throats were draining.
VIII
Down she came out on the road fast,
Over her face grim drops afloat,
Like a Hindu saint on her sad lot,
Dropping tears in his holy pot,
Running robbed in pale and white,
Madly rushed left and right,
Faithfuls heard her song last,
Lay beheaded, lifeless along blood hot
Under the sun left by mad might.
XI
Left dead and dry under the sun,
All came out to know her name,
Died the mirth of world fame,
All and sundry cried and ram,
She has a beautiful and dear frame,
God in His heaven bless this dame,
Poor girl was she died of faith human.
Away on a wall, calling a bearded Nazim,
Failed and ignorant about the girl’s doom.
BY
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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LIVING LEGEND-AMITABH BACHCHAN
When millennium super star rocks the tinsel town,
All and sundry looked at him down,
Paragon of grace from heel to crown,
Majestically gifted and smartly slim reign.
All and while regally attired,
Always decent and humble when he talked,
But always he bowed when he wished,
Pranam and glittered when he moved.
High and higher than all the kings,
Princely trained in every wing,
In short posses all the glory and thing,
I prayed to be in his ring.
Mighty and mightier than all the Khans’ pride,
Brightly glittered for the beautiful world wide,
Every thing that one talent and nothing to hide,
Burning flame of truth without any false ride.
World walked and waited with suspended light,
Calmly, coolly, recited Madhushala bright,
Trend setter and lone torch bearer in Bollywood might,
In voice kingly delivered the sermon height.
FROM:
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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LONG LIVE APARTHEID
I was feeling sad and red,
I didn’t know, which way, nation was going.
There were quotas all around,
Communal, caste, gender, language, regional and physical,
And what not, do not know.
Quota in the air, quota in the sky,
Quota in the ground,
Quotas everywhere.
We are here as in a caste republic,
Swept with the farce of equality and secularism,
Where racism is the grating roar,
Bring the eternal note of discrimination.
Alas! There was no peace,
No help for needy poor, dying farmers,
Braving soldiers and wailing widows,
Where racial leaders loot day, in and day out.
Looking high and low, reservation every where,
Merit was trampled underneath the boots,
It was wailing in the brutal world,
Humanity and merit was burning.
It was not a wild fire,
It was the fire of innocence,
Youth, merit and justice,
And knaves were counting their votes.
They were not the brokers of social justice,
They were not the paid ponies of secularism,
But it was the truth burning for justice,
It was the merit crying for honor.
The knaves were dancing on their pyre,
Waiting for another pray, to be burnt alive,
They were cruel masters and have no pain,
Butchers were shining the dagger to stab merit.
They died for justice, vultures live for injustice,
They died for merit, they live for destruction,
They died for truth, they live for farce,
They died for the nation, they live for decay.
Remember it was not a simple fire,
The hot blaze will burn the knaves,
One day the butchers will get the message,
Or else, as in the past, nation will be devoured by slavery,
Ah God we shall be true to our nation,
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Long live constitution of India,
Long live our racial leaders,
Long live apartheid’
From:
DR. Yogesh SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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LORD KRISHNA
He preaches only one religion, the religion of love;
He teaches only one language, the language of heart;
He creates only one caste, the caste of humanity;
He writes only one law, the law of karma;
He is the only God, Omnipresent, almighty, Lord Krishna.
He spreads only one faith, the faith of peace;
Endowed with character, love, perfection and freedom;
Start, fill, spend and end the day;
With love and love only,
Money comes and money goes, but love comes and grows.
He propagates to cultivate and promote love,
And not to give space to scorn and hatred,
Be good, see good, do good and speak good,
This is the only prayer to Lord,
And service selfless is the highest service to Him.
See the heaven and love Almighty Lord Krishna,
As he blesses all the men with all the joys,
He made chained Vasudev to freedom,
Of Draupadi’s love and Kansa’s death,
And played music with conch blow with dear Pandavas.
Heaven dwells under his feet,
Stops boundless desires to escape sin,
With love to Pandavas, destroyed all powerful Kaurvas;
O Lord Krishna, make us immortal by your blessings;
And annihilate despair and pain.
FROM:
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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LOST GOD
Do not rattle yourself, o tree,
Your dear leaves,
Will be trampled by hot wheels.
Ask the larking bird,
Resting in her cozy next,
Hiding in your branches,
Do not chirp,
Mercenaries will wake up,
To blast the innocents.
O river ask your waves,
Do not be so happy and kind hearted,
That the jealous world may curse you.
If you want to live,
Always keep in mind,
There are killers,
Who may kill you for their sport,
In search of their lost God.
FROM:
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
71
LOST LOVE AMD ME
Waiting endlessly but she did not come,
Marching time close by, made me numb my hole some,
Darkest vacuum, at the point of your presence there;
And I found missing her love bare.
We had enjoyed love’s music long way,
We had listen that love song whole day,
That past mighty compassion can bear,
Grieved me, to see weird hours with fear.
Long ago in the cool shining of moon,
We had danced together, unaware of dark room;
How the shadows gone, when moon was missing;
Only love alone can give you joy and hissing.
Our love had no vows, to be broke,
I knew and knew, our love was free from any poke;
Of all human whims, as the wind on the hill:
We would not to part, as we had no ill.
As a nation without a teacher is,
Like a temple without a priest and preacher,
A heart without love lorn lingered
Is like a nest without a dove rested.
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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LOST WARRIOR
We are in an oozing nation,
Where acts foul, matter little,
As others don’t act at all.
Here inequality is the national logo,
As racism is secularism,
And secularism is colored in racism.
Here merit is trampled,
Because hero is zero and zero is hero,
And man is recognized by worst.
Here death doesn’t matter,
As happy replacement is always waiting,
Before pyre is lit.
Mad money, mad crowd, power race mad,
Good or bad, behold ultimate mind of man.
From:
DR. Yogesh SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
73
LOST WORLD
Every happiness is within you,
But no insight to relish it,
In this day night running world,
No time even to breath for life.
Everybody feels about mother’s lulls,
But no time to address mom as mother,
We have already killed all the relations,
But now no time even to cremate them.
All relations are lost in electronic machines.
But no time to call them,
What to talk about others,
When even no time for soul mates.
Lost in the blind chase of wealth,
Now there is no time to stop and look back,
What feelings other’s have for obligations,
Where even no time for our’s.
O! Life tell me,
What should I do with this life?
Where I die every moment,
And no time even to live.
FROM:
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
74
LOVE AND FAILURES
Love is the only feeling errand,
That vibrates the heart and mind.
Even after failures in their love journey,
Rejected lovers are more loving with mercy.
Because they know the pains of un-bloomed rose,
As the battle of love is not won by those,
Who are highly talented and sincerely chat,
But by those who hold it till the last breath.
Without love life is an oppressed class,
Remain dark as in behind a rugged glass,
O Love! You see many things un-even
Some are thrown on earth but some fly to heaven.
Finding its mysterious ways even behind dark-bars
Some are elated but some are like broken stars;
But man dances to the music of Almighty plan,
That out of dark womb bloomed love and man.
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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LOVE AND LIFE
Love is a passion, for all the season;
It is an emotion, without narration;
It is the dearest connection and no duration,
No one is high or law in this relation.
Love is a divine impression,
Like sunshine to hide, worldly hibernation;
No tear, no fear, all are dear in love creation;
Sublime, divine and idyllic are holy condition.
Love has no expiry and no experimentation,
Lovers get all sweet sensation,
It is a medicine for all depression,
Always freeing us from, fear and sedition.
Love driven life is a strength and highest devotion,
Loveless life is the worst tension.
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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LOVE LOVE AND LOVE
O my dear sweet heart,
As we walk, hand in hand,
In a moonlit night,
Millions of stars smiling as witness delight,
Bearing the sign of love to prove true.
Dew drops cooling our heels,
Simmering raindrops stimulating,
Sleeping soil with fragrance,
Chirping foot bare on grass luscious,
Flowers dancing wildly around.
Aura golden around you,
Transformed my world new and multicolored,
With the first ray at dawn,
Whispered you in voice enchanting,
Like a bubbling nightingale.
O my love you are a gift divine to me,
A treasure most precious to me,
It made blind Homer to sing,
In sound ravishing on melodious harp,
Only oath with oath, nothing weighs.
Thou magic cooled my heart,
With pleasure and treasure,
Her lips sucked my soul flying,
Delivered to my self again,
Thy lips, a dwelling divine.
All waste that is not love,
A flame that stormed the test of time,
O my love,
Melt thyself as water drops in ocean round
And dissolve in me, never to be found.
From:
DR. Yogesh SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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MAN AND THE WORLD
Don’t condemn a man alone,
He will learn to live with condemnation and moan.
Don’t be hostile to a man and his kin,
He will grow with the spirit of hostility within.
Remember! Ridicule a man, not;
He will be cursed to ridicule and rot.
Don’t let a man live with shame,
He will be doomed to perennial guilt and defame.
Be tolerant to a fellow being,
So that he learns to live with patience and dream.
Appreciate every man’s doing,
So that he is inflated with praise and wooing.
Honest and fair to a man, be;
So that he is just to the world and not flee.
Make a man to feel secure and comfortable,
So that he grows with faith and confidence, unshakable.
If the worldliness of a man is approved,
He is true to himself and world feel tuned.
FROM:
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
78
MANMOHAN WITHOUT SONIA
A nation without a teacher,
Is like a temple without a priest and a preacher.
A day without light and rays,
Is like a man without breath and ways.
Enlightenment without inner light,
Is like aeroplane without flight,
Health without yoga and meditation,
Is like scholar without concentration.
A night without star,
Is like a soldier without war,
Islam without killer jihad,
Is like blast-less Baghdad.
Pakistan without Shoaib-Sania,
Is like Man Mohan without Sonia.
FROM:
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
79
MARRIAGE
Marriage is to help without hesitation,
It is to surrender without expectation,
It is to love without any limitation,
It is to remember without any communication.
Marriage is a sweet antibiotic,
It is a comfort giving antiseptic,
It is a touching and soothing analgesic,
It is a real anti allergic.
Marriage is a beautiful and healthy game,
And patients enjoy name and fame,
Untouched and unharmed by the kicks of drain,
With all the time get rich and fabulous rain.
Empowers people with politeness and patience,
It arms with inner strength and resilience.
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
80
MARRIAGE AND THE DIVORCE PACKAGE
All take a foolish marriage vow,
taken by the book holy long ago,
binds every body to each other for all times
But next? When passions fly.
All passions are spent and energy is decayed,
Loved, and we loved, as long as we could delayed,
Till our love was loved out in us both:
No body cares a cent for life but hallow oath.
Alas! Our marriage is dead,
As all the joys are fled,
Now! Life is nothing but a heap of trouble;
All the pleasures are only illusionary bubble.
If I have pleasures for my partner,
but fail to garner like a drought hit farmer,
every thing go wrong without any end,
nothing we could give but think of divorce fed.
'It’s madness method less that we should be jealous,
Ready to bar the other with every thing fabulous,
for all we can gain is to give our selves pain,
when both are conspiring to reduce each to drain.
O beloved mine, where are you gloating?
O listen and brood! Your true-love crying
That can fetch good both high and low;
Every wise man must know.
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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MASSACRE 26/11
Financial capital of the nation shocked,
Where people gloat to realize their dreams
And left behind the scars with a smile,
You shattered the happy flow of life,
With your violent faith.
But again all join together,
To repulse your noxious plan
And rise again like a phoenix,
In a cruel desert to enjoy,
Peace, progress and love.
The kind hands will join again,
To feed the poor at temple Siddhi Vinayak,
Markets will again buzz,
With the noise and ring tones,
To foil the vile designs of bloody foe.
Your acts have made,
Your faith a subject of,
Ridicule, suspicion and hate.
You live in a haunted world
Where sun never rises.
You study in a school,
Drowned in perpetual darkness,
Your vile steps spoiled,
The fragrance of our dream land
Where life never rests.
Guided and guarded by secular laws,
You can’t snatch the marvel of Taj,
Ratan is armed to protect its honor,
Our Sharmas, Naiks and Sandeeps
Are always there to maul your madness.
FROM:
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
82
MASSACRE AT DANTEWADA
Commander and sergeant and soldier, all defenseless;
Whose right of life cut short by brutal killers, heartless:
For capturing ugly power, did killers please;
They died unaware, untimely, and unprovoked on the crease.
Unkind nation watched with fear, dear sons’ light was spent;
Indulged in murky gossip and ideas, spoiled on quota bent:
Departed in the midst of youthful days from pleasures wide,
All the talent and chivalry, cruel dark wings to hide.
Welcomed death bravely before parting soul through throat,
When found in mouse trap and deadly blast denote,
Loved ones devastated by the noise and fury of bullets and blast;
Lightening, farewell, and not to see sunrise next.
Welcomed by millions of mourners in full force,
They were cherished souls, those died of lofty course.
FROM:
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
83
MASTER AND THE PLEADER
O master, whitewashed,
We believe your shape and light,
Cunning, knavish and deceptive, quite,
Frightening the masses with might bright,
Hold back wise and crown the fools.
Lover of hemlock, skim milk and cream,
Misleading the world and laughing at their dream,
Upon our father’s ashes,
Make us kiss sacrilege
In this poverty and hunger are your riches.
Hark! You speak no right.
I make empires on pyres,
Doing many wonders at nights,
Covering darkness with blankets dark,
And make rogue and duffers delight.
I deliver luck in bowl and make world fool,
Loves hatred, jealousy, tricks,
Hates love and masses smile,
Promotes infidelity and plays truant,
Laden, Saddam, Lenin, and Stalin dear.
Creator of racism, quotas, fanaticism and fascism,
Preserver of poverty, hunger, rags and slum dogs,
Destroyer of equality, merit, harmony and happiness,
Sick of justice, human right,
Co lour red dear to me.
Destroyer of dreams,
Worships Satan, Lucifer and Beelzebub,
And plants Dracula s to nation groan,
I am a wolf in whites,
Hidden in secularism and justice social.
FROM:
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
84
MERRY- MERRY CHRISTMAS
Merry—Merry Christmas to you and all;
Get all the joys and happiness at call.
Christmas Day delivers goods to the world,
Fulfills all the dreams, desires and showers marigold.
Arch for the New Year fresh and new creativity,
Brings merriment, ecstasy, exuberance and festivity;
Empowers the self with divine blessings and inner strength;
Spreads the message of love, devotion and cheers at length.
Enjoy it, cherish it, behold it and celebrate it;
Clears the grief of the world and passions lit,
Eliminates Rajas, Kalmandis, Barkhas, Mohans and dark toll;
Merry—Merry Christmas to you and all.
Our Great Lord was born this day,
To sweep away all the miseries far away,
We must be grateful to the Christ above,
For his care and selfless love.
O Lord! You love all things even,
Here on this earth and above haven;
Bears all the pains and harsh bars,
But you keep the masses on happy stars.
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
85
MIGHTY NATURE
Nature is a mighty metaphor for life,
Sometimes good sometimes bad strife,
Cannot do much to empower self,
Except run for a fragile cover for help.
Love for nature’s game colored,
Energize heart and mind,
Just walk with nature,
To enjoy all pleasure.
It showers abundance of wealth,
To drive away thirst, hunger and sick health,
It is a beautiful gift of God,
But only when allowed in celestial pod.
It may be a curse to man‘s show,
If he disturbs its free flow.
By
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
86
MODERN INDIAN SECULAR LEADER
Modern Indian secular leader: they themselves are imprisoned paw -
Under the brand name of secular man, they can mock the law.
They are puzzle for the justice, the IPC's despair:
For when all rush for the scene of crime – secular veil is always there!
Secular, secular, there's no gun like secular,
They are immune to break all the law and talk vulgar.
Their powers of survival would make even a saint stare
They are present every where, even in the country’s air.
Lalu, Mulayam, Maya and Pawar, all are very heavy and fat;
You would know them if you saw them, there belly is glutton like rat.
There brows are deeply lost in conspiracies, there minds are domed;
Their robes are designed cautiously, their mind and head oiled.
They sway their heads from side to side, like a venomous snake;
And when you think they are asleep, no they are always wide awake.
They are fiend in feline shape, monster of prosperity-
But when a crime of loot is discovered, then they are poor son of depravity!
Outwardly but they are honorable.
And their fingerprints are not found in any file dis-respectable.
But happy partner in fodder loot, or the currency necklace- is branded,
Champion of IPL scam and amassing wealth unaccounted.
And when any office find a finger on tray,
But it's useless to investigate – leader secular are not in the way!
And when the scams have been disclosed, the investigating agencies say:
`It must have been leader secular! ' - But they are miles away.
Nation must be sure to find them resting on a foreign shore,
Or engaged in doing some secular but-divisive lore.
They were never indulging in such deceits;
They always have answers for these cheats.
They say that all the rouges whose wicked deeds are widely known
They might mention honest and simpleton bone,
They are nothing more than servants for all the time
Just help them and their operations: the Bin Laden of Crime!
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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MODERN INDIAN YOUTH AND LIFE
In this fast running-super hyped and aimless life,
Modern Indian youth is muddled in the rot and strife.
Where the pervert leaders prescribe the set of morals,
And talk senseless and pretend busy to sing carols.
Mock and curse the spiritual world,
Encourage dispirited tendencies to herald,
Youth take the world as a failed game,
He takes the life as fake and empty frame.
Looting wealth is the prime value of life,
Enjoying luxuries are main motive of all the hype,
Faith in money makes the mayor go,
Is the cruelest blow of life’s glow.
For life means luck, and not to creep through hole,
with track of life rough that a man can trust with mole;
All through life in heat and cold - when head is on the track -
With empty stomachs and cracked feet, has to crawl on back.
Disheveled hair, and slipping robes,
In the pursuit of sex run amok the globe.
Alienation and isolation are crazy masters of time,
Always he is lost in the sound and fury of chime.
The old values lost, and the new not taken well,
The warmth spent that the runner lives in hell,
And the roots all cut out and enjoy no clout;
And the time had come, as the running youth faded out
Ready to hide from the realities, when the path is tough,
No caring soul to know or ask if dies on the path, rough.
The modern poor of this world have no pal, no matter how much he talks,
But only God and the fate knows how a poor man walks.
Crying and begging his way in a wasteland,
and lived like an urchin, in an uncharted sand;
But youths are many, and inns are full, and no space in line-
The traveler never move hands in tune fine
He dreams a lot but no care for aging parents and kids;
All the time right is wrongs and wrong is right in the mind,
And loose tongues is filled with filthy words -
When the poor soul is happy away from home, and senseless to the world.
In hostile noons when his back was burning by his own weight,
And the air seemed butcher like dark height:
For his sins, are trembling his knees,
No body to be blamed and no space to flee.
Dirt, careless and brands he wears, as his weird world grew dim;
depressed for years till decides to unburden, the burden of him.
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As a tortoise crawls in the marshy land, but futile chase the wet track,
without a positive note reaches the hearth when the sun went back.
It chanced one day, when the Wild West wind flow
His face like a furnace-blow,
He rushed to a track he knew not – hugged the short-cut to his end;
for the bed of the life horned and hard, and full of crack, and no mend.
A dry passer by passed, but the touch of love was far many a mile;
He never talked the poor soul he saw, for it was not worth his smile.
The life is full and stakes high in the chase of life,
but for those bones that faces all the strife.
For life means positivism and ramp must smooth and high,
where the hearth and crags are happy and wide,
with rarely a mate that a man can trust, or a race to shore;
All through life in the flies and heat, the soul tore.
Modern Indian youth is tired, defeated, trapped, and feared self,
Always stressed and hard pressed looking for help,
Follow culture, values and discipline like Lord Ram,
Forget the entire curse; enjoy life and its drama.
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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MOTHER
I yearn to relish the sweet memories of your love.
The very aura, tingled and mingled me,
With an angelic bliss.
A sense of completeness cannot be explained
But can be cherished only.
Your lap is larger than this universe,
I pray to frolic in your lap always.
Your love is deeper than all the oceans,
I want to drown in those deeps.
I pray to dissolve my soul and self, in your love.
I dream to touch you and touched by you,
To sense you and sensed by you,
To comfort you and comforted by you,
And what not…..cannot say.
I wish to be with you always and forever.
Not for a day or two,
But for lives and ages to come,
If not physically then spiritually.
Blessed by mother pine no crown.
From:
DR. Yogesh SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
90
MOTHER COW AND THE SECULAR REPUBLIC
A beautiful cow- writhing for water;
I rushed to fetch some and cursing her tormentor,
Picked a bucket and for a fountain, I rushed;
And I collected some dripping from the rocks parched.
Her pained balls- roving around for some drops;
But gushing- I could see no crops;
The vision of exasperating Mother Cow,
Seeing water, parched nation and raving crows.
The pain- she was dead, water was not in her fate,
I did fetch water for her, but too late;
But it was not her fault,
Then who is to blame for this jolt?
Alas! Mother Cow has to die for water and space;
As we live in a secular, socialist republic, with an ugly face.
FROM:
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
91
MOTHER GANGA
On both the sides huge mountains lies,
Long trees of deodar and teak fly;
That cloth the talls and kiss the sky:
And through the rocks, mother Ganga flows by.
Quenches the thirst of the skyscrapers cities,
Round and round people flee;
Looking to get some cool below,
Down in her bed mother flows.
Alas! Ashamed mother Ganga weeps;
To carry her waves into the deep,
She flows on a stinking bed;
Always shedding tears red.
Cursing herself as to why,
She left the curls high,
To be sullied by greedy churls;
No respite from the eddy of stinking whirls.
Devoured by greedy sons, secular;
Traveled long to cool the land vernacular:
Devotes wash their worldly sins;
And get Moksha with fulfilled dreams.
She left her mother Gangotri,
She left the land of holy trees,
To spread the twilight, cold and loam;
And nourish the dying springs with all the foam.
Flowing day and night and no rest,
Without any sweat on brow and breast;
Flowing for the salvation of humanity,
With all love and no vanity.
Delighted to see the ripe grain,
Shining green on hill and plain;
Lover of mother live without any pain:
And they do not need any external rain.
O dear mother, rest for time more;
Spread your wings on marshy and mossy shore:
O mother rest at the heart’s core please,
Your children keep dipping till time shall cease.
Calm the world, no pain shall wake:
Enjoy the sleep no nightingale shall break,
Till all the pleasures are enjoyed,
Body and soul, both are rejoiced.
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Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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MOVING AND BREATHING GRAVEYARD
In a pasture dancing, playing and singing,
Cows, buffaloes, goats, dogs floating,
Under a greenwood tree all we resting,
Far from the maddening crowd disgusting.
Frightened by the puffs of whip master’s invasion,
Ran scarcely and sadly for safe habitation,
Sometime laugh, sometime crab at man’s compression,
Food, water, home is never a concern but liberation.
Man’s hunger, pride and prejudice is our lamentation,
Beaten mercilessly while escaping for safe consolation,
Even young and little are not free from this brute passion,
Moving, breathing graveyard is man’s belly and our cremation.
Doubt about to see next spring grass and sky,
In wire barb, are we seized and jailed, we cry,
Looking at moon, stars for help and mercy,
Life and joy sucked away dry.
Every drops of our milk is sucked away,
Like a pheasant, with tears bloody, always pray,
Man will be kind one day,
And animals will enjoy happy lane ways.
But on a day special, a bearded butcher appear,
And all my dear and near axed and disappear,
I was left to count my breather,
This man is not a God’s creature.
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Dr. Yogesh Sharma
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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MULTICULTURAL LIBERATED FAMILY
In a dark room,
Through heavy tapestry sunlight bloom.
Daughter, wife and husband,
Lonesome, baffled and stressed,
Laying on the hard pressed bed,
Staring at the running stars, with eyes red.
A pair of doves in the room,
Making love, unaware of the world’s doom,
Silently, stealthily,
Stole from their beds, sheepishly,
With heavy steps, moved to a mysterious lane,
Where men and women come and go, to tame.
Page 3 sportive people inhabit here,
Leave their doors ajar, there.
Eking out for social liberation,
Exposing them, for worlds’ hibernation.
Rubbing cheek to cheek and breast to breast,
Like two pigeons in one nest,
Crushing golden head by golden head,
Tasted the juice of forbidden fruit, red,
A storm, all calm and passion spent.
All returned with aching dent,
Pair of doves still making love, without vent,
Family was a multicultural liberated jaunt.
From:
DR. Yogesh SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
95
MURDER IN THE WOMB
It is a murder most foul
And most unkindest cut of all.
O love don’t slaughter me,
Even before I see the first ray
A ray of hope and life gay.
Killed even before I come to senses,
Womb to grave deep by those bloody hands,
Who brought me here,
Last laugh on my slaughter,
For world’ temptations it is all theater.
I am not a wild goose, hunted so ruthlessly.
Communist, socialist, secularist,
Left and right,
Hindu, Muslim, Sikh and cross,
All united in this dross.
No quota of caste, creed and religion,
All secular in this social justice,
A great national unity in this slaughter.
A creation of love and fragrance,
But reserved hate for this hidden star.
Thoughts vicious, process brutal,
To pick one and kill one,
Favorite for social liberation,
Pretend to opt the best,
But truly it is the worst.
A curse to our progress,
For jealous souls it is all theater,
Again parody of love,
Cheek to cheek and breast to breast,
Two pigeons in one nest.
Again theater of absurd,
And again I am a shuttle cock,
At the mercy of love dogs,
Life lost in silent cries,
O God! Save Oh! Save.
From:
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
96
MY COUNTRY
Faceless, heartless, selfless people,
Castist, criminal, corrupt and communal,
Hailed as socialist and leader secular,
Floating in emptiness and delivering injustice,
Crushing and suppressing the human landscape.
Spectrum gossip, swindling, scams,
Kodas, Reddys, Jagans,
Mayas, Lalus and Mulayams,
Aubdullas, Karats and Karunanidhis,
Selling and marketing perverted strategies.
Burning Godhara, red Bengal, bloody valley,
Rioting Telengana fogging the sun,
Murder, rape, extortion, kidnapping,
Hogging the national light,
In troubled days and wild nights.
Manmohanics burning the nation,
With lust for power and anarchy
And where bones crack under burning wasteland,
Where future is dashed by idle and corrupt babus
And stains of blood glimmer on temple walls.
My dear country where merit bleeds
In the graveyard of truth,
Suffering, forbidden smile
Where people tick and click
To nothingness and only nothingness.
By,
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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MY DEAR EXAMS
Exams are very dear to me,
They are our future.
They thrill us with pleasure,
It is a messenger to new leisure.
In our tension,
They take us to expedition.
In our life purpose,
They give us immense guidance.
In our tough time,
They are with positive solution
They bless all.
Without any QUOTA or RESERVATION.
Success in exams opens,
A new world of opportunities.
It is a game of chess,
Calculating every step.
Meritorious win every odd,
Mount new heights and exploring happy isles.
Proving a hidden treasure,
For brilliant and meritorious.
Have faith in Goddess Saraswati,
With discipline, dedication and devotion.
Ignore the beguiling world,
With a smiling heart.
It is a havoc for,
Undeserving, in disciplined rogues.
May the all powerful Exam,
Bless us all.
From:
DR. Yogesh SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
98
MY FATHER AND THE CURSE OF MY NATION
I
I heard my heavenly father, last night,
What is your dear nation’s curse? Write
And throw it beyond Himalayas, high,
I trembled, collecting my father’s sigh.
I can’t do, my dear father!
There are many curse but ask my brother.
I am pressed by love and patriotism.
The voice shouted to shun hypnotism.
My father’s word in mind,
Generated radiant and vigor in side.
II
Tender little hands of children begging in streets,
Brutal and intoxicated fathers musing in fleets.
Donors giving through misty doors,
This is unknown to fair floors.
For right of freedom, this crowns,
The rogues as lords in Parliament frown.
Tears in eyes, I cried, patriotism means,
Self interest, corruption and rotten dreams.
As honest and intelligent have lost their claim,
Corrupt touching glory and nation in drain.
III
Secular cry breeding fanatic name,
Social justice prospering caste chain,
Tainted rulers dance while enemy conspire,
Brave soldiers are fried on crying pyre,
Jihadi killers dance while innocent cry,
Bloody red hidden in white to rob every pie,
Alter decorated with anarchic laws,
To strangulate the weak and just with claws,
There my father cried in terse,
Shall thou write my nation’s curse.
IV
Now modern women have only know,
To cheat hearts with tears false blow
And swap bed every day and night,
Every right is wrong and wrong right.
Framed racial and communal laws,
To bestow trump powers to our foes,
Here wise man choose to silence,
And fools throw tantrums on their glance,
Where unmerited groups laugh at your gate,
Merit is scorned and measured without weight.
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As you turn your body to side,
Met with foul tradition and conscience tide,
Power shines with mirth deadlier best,
All this I wrote to mourn the test.
This is the curse, open to all to read,
Go with ill doers, my father cried
And furl your flag with sick brewers,
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Now cannot be changed a new,
Six decades of ill governance,
Has dried and sucked all fragrance.
VI
With heart sinking and tears in eyes,
Death can change this entire fry,
Otherwise rot will go on,
With all my blessings to you to worn,
Saddened to leave you alone here,
As I cannot be no more with you there,
Left crying in a cruel winter evening,
Twenty years have passed by mourning,
His sudden march to the kingdom of death,
Left we orphaned as a traveler without sheath.
VII
That mighty soul, sober, cool and austere,
Must be shining in some unknown sphere,
Enjoyed his shadow as wise banyan keeps boughs under,
Here he was to beat the storms and not to flounder,
Helping and guiding the masses in need,
With a happy and honest hand indeed,
True servant of Almighty in this world wild,
Goddess Saraswati seated on tongue with message mild,
Such souls loved and needed in ages all abound,
Pray to Master to reincarnate him again around.
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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MYSTRY OF LIFE
We are eternal wanderers,
Unaware of past and future,
Two souls in one, only desire,
Wish to stop time like a slayer.
Our existence is like heavy clouds,
Roaming with hearts in love wild,
Bodies lay unclaimed on the sand,
Like two pi-geon in love band.
Warm breath makes us realize about life,
I and ego lost in worldly strife,
Body and soul linked with higher soul alike,
Face once strange, now side by side,
Very near to heart with full ride,
This is but the mystery of life’s tide.
FROM:
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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NANDIGRAM, THE MOANING VILLAGE
This is parish of Nandigram,
Bengal’s flowerless garden,
The furnace of hope
Where deaf and dumb men inhabit,
A narrow, disturbed, burning grave.
Here I see the charging comrades,
But the workers, in tatters,
Digging their hands down the dustbin
marking on him
The tag of poverty.
I see the fast lorries
Packed with dead bodies,
Crawl over torturous mud and dirt,
Waiting for their cruel comrades to relieve them.
I see loading and unloading of guns
Holed the bodies of toiling masses,
Like a rag.
Here time crumble
Over lifeless shadows.
It dumps on the cadaver of merit
Now being gulped
By the merchants of death
Like a goblin ready to burst
By brutal barrenness.
I breathe the noxious of the cruel air
Ready to burn my heart
As dead eyed maidens
Ride on carcass of bulls,
Pass coarse smiles.
Crude eyes gaze hard
On my white kurta,
Now reddened by the blood of falling farmers,
Wailing toward the starless sky
Silently praying for mercy.
The fragrance of our land
Is destroyed by the fusillade
Of the wanting comrades,
And the nation is moving the wheel
Layered with blood.
This is not a garden
This is a live graveyard
Where hopes of the masses are buried
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It is a victory day for the comrades
Celebrated with the blood of innocent.
O God, help us,
As they do not know
What they are doing,
Or they are also the one
Who are brutalized by fellow comrades.
O God, deluge your brutal justice
As we are here in a failing state
Where threatening revolutionaries
Dance by night
O God, save us.
From:
DR. Yogesh SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
103
NARENDRA MODI—ICON OF PATRIOTISM
It merits nothing that a patriotic leader,
Greed for power, wealth, luxuries and feed;
In this rich land of vast opportunities and pleasure,
Showered with divine powers and gifts, but no caste and creed.
But plundered by secular laws and division,
People here loot, drink and marry and don’t work hard;
Conditioned by unequal laws and creating savage race and region;
That pelt stones, kill people and love enemy nations and their ward.
I cannot let my people and nation bleeding,
And shed blood to save my people and nation;
I am a name, loved by patriots but unpatriotic, cursing:
Roamed with a hungry heart to wipe out anti-national creation.
Manners, development, honesty, good governance and hard work;
All are dear to me and no inhibitions,
And with a brave and honest heart fights with the enemy fork,
On this dear land of Gujarat with its children.
I leave my imprint on all; I ever meet, in any direction;
But all the vast experience, I use to enrich and strengthen my land:
How lifeless it is, a life without positive action;
Like a sword kept in dark sheath, unused.
But every moment I want to serve, before my last breath;
To usher an era of celestial happiness,
God has given me this duty to serve my land, people and their health,
And in my actions, promises to be most blameless.
Duty bound to almighty God,
And vows to do some noble work, before He calls back;
My countrymen join and strengthen my hands,
To work for a new and happy nation, with rich sack.
Neither beloved nor cute off spring,
To whom I hoard and loot,
Only my nation and people well loved of me, in my ring;
To fulfill my dreams with empowered roots.
Get up for my marvelous designs,
Struggle to cross the heights of western world,
Attained by Mittals, Hindujas, Aggarwals and Pals;
Never to submit in will and method.
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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NATION WITHOUT NATIONALITY
Nation and Nationality,
Must live together.
India is a nation,
Without nationality.
Crabbed Nation and tempered Nationality
Cannot live together.
Nation is full of pleasure,
When nationality is full of care.
Nation can enjoy pleasant mornings,
Only when
Nationality has fire within.
India is a nation
Full of high talk,
Where Nationality is an endangered species,
Young Nation has lame nationality.
Nation is warm and bold
Nationality is weak and cold
India is tame, India is wild,
Multiculturalism has devoured
The nation and Nationality and
Our self has been divided into
VULGAR SECULARISM,
DIVISIVE QUOTAS &
NARROW-PAROCHIAL REGIONALISM.
From:
DR. Yogesh SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
105
NATION WITHOUT PASSION
Thy own cherished laws hast spoiled thy nation,
All the books piping the masses to degeneration,
As the pain deadliest, emerged from the ocean;
Men venomous, dropping on the holy land and occasion,
And has made every roaring river vile creation.
As all have out borne the ages in drain,
The reapers pull their yoke in pain,
Lost his sweat and lost his green in lane,
And rotted before his youth gleam and gain,
Where living cry for spring cheers and rain.
No night joy with moon and stars found,
Hath cry in anger and lash the wind,
Misery and disease go round,
Through the deadly head bound,
And mourn the season’s disaster hound.
Chiding autumn, crude winter, fiery summer glide,
Left the liveries and lives to chide;
And we helplessly see the horrific sins ride;
Racism and quota has weakened the pride,
Nation’s disintegration is on history pages wide.
FROM:
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
106
NEHRU- A MISPLACED ICON
Born and brought up with all the riches,
Followed blindly missionary glitches,
Married to romantic, left, Islamic, preaching;
I always think and ponder on his Jesus leaning,
But see on weak and weary spot,
Over many a great and curious lot.
On his misplaced socialism, without horizon,
While I remain silent and frozen,
On all his great and glorious sales,
Presented to all and sundry with all the big tales,
Is it dream or reality or farce or nothing more?
In this poor nation, horror haunted- tell the true tale, I implore.
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak winter,
He donated big chunk of land to enemy China, in slumber:
Cheated upon the nation as Hind-Chini bhai-bhai,
From my books I learn t he created Kashmir troubles high,
For always follow radiant maidens and radiant boys,
Thrilled and filled all with fantastic terrors and joys.
Deep into that darkness peering, big nation stood, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no nation ever lost to dreaming;
But his size was unbroken, and the high talks remained only,
Much I marveled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
For we cannot help agreeing that he was human but faster,
Brought for toiling, unhappy masses, unmerciful disaster.
But the ugly secular farce still beguiling all my fancy,
Then he planted rot and the air grew murkier, stinking palsy,
Swung by courtiers whose footfalls tinkled on the decked floor.
'Wretch, ' I cried, 'Why God has sent him – with his vulgar lore,
'God! ' cried I, 'thing of evil- but icon still, if leader or devil! -
Corrupt tempest sent, and tossed Nepal’s love without strong goal.
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this grieving land-
And the icon, never flitting, still is sitting, with his band,
On the gigantic bust every where just above parliament door;
And the lamp-post o'er him lighted dimly, throws his shadow on the floor.
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
The icon reading these lines is smart, classy but wrongly performing.
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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NEVER THOUGHT OF THIS
I never thought of this to happen,
That you will come so close to me.
That I will be lost in you for ever,
As lotus in water,
Or as heavy clouds rain on,
Thirsty meadows,
I never thought of this.
You will cover me like a blessed cloud
And it was beyond my imagination,
That you will cling to me,
As green grass with the field
And never get freedom to fly in the sky.
You will come to shun my slumber,
I never thought of this.
For whom the peacock dances,
For whom the nightingale sings,
Roamed through many meadows with you,
I never thought of this to happen.
Thoughts are wounded; healed by love balm,
Life is so intoxicated to dissolve you in my breath,
I never thought of this.
FROM:
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
108
NEW YEAR AND THE WORLD
I started my New Year seeing beautiful flowers,
Flowers were intoxicated by the humming of bees,
Bees were dancing and inviting warm sun in their wings,
Sun was dancing in the splashing through river waves.
Rivers were nourishing and watering trees,
Trees were giving happy and cozy homes of chirping birds,
Birds were invited by earth swinging her arms,
Earth created days of loving emotions.
Days unfolds miracle of New Year,
Flowers, bees sun, rivers, trees and earth dear:
Days and every New Year with lively laughter,
Showers auspicious splendor of New Year.
Morning brings Hope and Afternoon, Faith, best;
Evening brings Love and Nights, Rest;
Days brings and fulfills Hope without test,
New Year blesses all with Hope, Faith, Love and Rest.
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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NIRA RADIAAAAA…………
Nira Radia, the suave and intelligent charmer;
Has a very mysterious hot line receiver,
She is a very fascinating whistle blower,
Exposed the chinks in the armor,
Of industry, politics, media and Prime Minister:
Stripped Raja, Tata, Barkha and meek Sardar;
Caught them high, dry and unaware;
And flew the insects out of their drawer.
Then one bright day, Swami- the Great! Exposer;
Opened the rotten pals to the printer,
Suddenly free and honest writers and raiders,
Danced and jumped to the Swami and Radia tuner,
All beat on this new prized catch to a new meter,
And left shell shocked and naked all the brokers.
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
110
NO MAN’S LAND
They want to shout,
But don’t let others’ speak,
Because they shout,
To silent the world.
They are writing,
But cursing others’ pen,
Because their free writing,
Is to dry others’ ink.
They are reading,
But don’t let others’ read prayer,
Because their reading,
Has no civil language.
They are running,
But don’t let other’s breath,
Because in this mad race,
They don’t want others’ happy ending.
They are making their own castle,
But don’t let others’ work,
Because they work to make,
Others’ senseless and lifeless.
God created man to work like a man.
But in this Dark Age,
There is no one like man.
This is No Man’s Land.
FROM:
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
111
O CAPTAIN! MY SICK CAPTAIN
0 Captain! My Sick Captain! One failed inning you played,
The nation has faced all the odds, the reward pined is relayed.
The target was easy, fragmented mind, people crying,
The courtier taste the cream, nation is sad and dying.
I see the bleeding masses in tattered,
My crowned Captain feigning cold and dead.
0 Captain! My Sick Captain! Get up and see the toll,
Rise up to furl the flag and hear the call.
People offered you banquets and wreaths taming,
But crushing them by your misdeeds, you are turning.
Lost in burqa, pagri and quota race,
Never thinks of hunger, thirst and labor rage.
My Captain turning aside, his lips are pale and still,
My leader does not feel the pain, no face, no will.
Crown is placed safe and sound, target closed and won,
From divided nation, the victory touched with sweet run.
Listen sad cries and ring the bell right,
Don’t be afraid of Madam White.
Crippled on the red My Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead he cries.
FROM:
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
112
O MIGHTY BANYAN! I CRY FOR YOU
O mighty Banyan, I cry for you,
I saw you, huge, towering,
Fluttering merrily in the field,
Showering many things to the world frozen,
Without any quota and will.
It was feast to mind and body,
Clothing our bare mother earth.
Alas! The feast was cut short…..
O! What a sad scene?
Mighty Banyan was cut down.
Lying lifeless, withering and decaying,
How helpless and sad the mother felt,
Without her dear creation?
Why do trees thrive?
If this cruelty is their fate.
Still they flourish, knowing well,
They will be cut down,
Only to fragrant the earth.
Why man kill these high and mighty things,
Who bestows the world with priceless gifts?
O mighty Banyan, you blessed Lord Buddha,
With knowledge divine.
Why don’t reincarnate yourself?
To teach these beguiling people,
A lesson of love and humanism
If I had the power,
I would have stand you again,
But helpless I am …..helpless,
Except eyes who see this plunder,
And water the wounded mother earth with tears.
O what a happy sight,
Tender tendrils shoots, visible again,
From the womb of wounded mother earth,
Mighty Banyan is born again,
To forgive and bless the repenting world.
O man don’t cut these priceless gift of god,
Care about your mother, fellow creatures and thyself,
To live happily with fellow brothers,
O mighty Banyan never left us again,
Bless the world as you blessed Buddha.
From:
DR. Yogesh SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
113
O MOHAMMAD
A light hidden deep in stacks of straw,
And blankets dense of darkness mound,
You blasted into world with celestial flaws,
A hand for believers who live in gloom round.
Flowed the gifts immense in a world so dry,
Enriched by the selfish love high,
River of blood flowed from never die man’s pie,
Blood for blood, eye for eye, became pleasure sigh.
Alas! His disciples made hell this world’s lot,
A bloody inferno where jihadis slit innocent throats,
Where bullet and bombs freely hurled and float,
In a mad and bloody world we gloat.
O Mohammad! Once again reincarnate yourself to purge,
And treat the world, crying for dirge.
.
FROM:
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
114
O MY DEAR NATION
Gloomy 2010 is vanishing in the layers of past,
O God! Not to show again these sad cast,
Moving on the ground, feet become red;
Where aching head of people has no comfort,
And people are grey before time and appearance dead.
O My dear Nation! O 2010! O Life! O Time!
On whose last steps I pass without rhyme,
Shivering at that where I had stood before;
When will return the glory of your prime?
No more -Oh, never more!
Out of the day and night
All the joys have vanished out of sight:
Fresh spring, warm summer, and happy winters door,
Move my faint heart with grief, and without light
Repeat 2010- No more -Oh, never more!
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
115
ODE TO M.F.HUSSAIN
O white bearded old man but a heart sick,
A tattered hat upon a head thick,
Soul cries and sings Islam fanatic,
Every pervert painting tells immoral mist.
Dark spots on old man’s sleeves,
In all the colors, spreads stinking leaves,
Colour foul drove away the national peace,
Ran away from the holy land and to world deceive.
Down the wrinkled cheek lies the shadow greed,
With years of lusty thoughts he feed,
Hardly learnt any thing from grey haired,
And mind has known all art of hatred.
Old man loved injustice and wrong enjoyed,
Cashed with grey hairs good he scorned,
Self mastered in propaganda and duping world,
The region hot of fanatics he loved.
Span an unholy web round him dry,
Closed mind and played tricks with poisoned eyes,
For lust in him to women fed but they foul cry,
And enjoyed honey in land high.
Always jumps at fair sex like butterflies,
And strayed around Bollywood rise,
Fried them like mutton pies,
And auctioned them where Stannic Street lies.
Self exiled, mindful to match the past glad,
Met beneficial angels on a tiny land,
Enjoyed exile deal but feigned sad,
No sorrow but all pleasure in alien sand.
I sell those to secular traders and grease,
Delivered pain, sorrow and enjoyed clandestine practice,
And that the business, I bake my cheese,
Secular stink, gives me lease.
FROM:
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
116
ODE TO MY DEAR SON
I was never so happy before that hour,
With love so real and like a feast,
Its soft face bloom like a rose flower,
He mesmerized my existence with ideas sweet.
All my blood raced and reddened my face,
I could feel all happiness in every wing,
Trees and bowers, round, running in happy pace;
And clouds danced from their strings.
Words from the heart did start,
To see God’s spring choice,
Reward for our love’s honest heart,
Seemed HE blessed us with choicest voice.
Never had I seen God’s this trace,
Timid heart swelled, when I behold my flower,
As I stood hypnotized, by divine grace,
O God! Never can I return your blessing lore.
FROM:
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
117
OH! FORGET ………
HE gifted us hunger,
To fill others’ deflated bellies,
But we are lost in the dark world,
To inflate our sick bellies.
HE gifted us thirst,
To water and balm others’ cracked lips,
But we are drowned in the whirls of cups,
To abuse and laugh at dry lips.
HE gifted us tears,
To feel others’ pain,
But we are lost in our own laughter,
To suppress and mock others’ tears.
Ah! Love,
Forget, Haj, Chrismas and Ganapati,
And root out hunger, thirst and tears,
To make our nation strong with cheers.
FROM:
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
118
OH! WAKE UP
Oh wake up my dear country men,
Wake up from your deep slumber,
To weed out the corrupt, criminals,
Communalists and castists.
Don’t feel yourself,
Helpless, inept and frail.
Think yourself the best.
Use your mighty powers,
To elect the best
And think the country first.
Stir the sleeping nation’s dead conscience
And lead India to a new dawn.
Wake up in a new India,
To breathe without fear of being looted by,
Corrupt and criminals and
Deceived by communalists and castists.
Oh wake up my dear country men,
To end all miseries and restore loses,
Where head is held high,
Where mind is free of terror fear,
Where knowledge is not riddled in caste quotas,
Where economics is free of jazia mohanics,
Where secularism is not muddled in communalism,
Where word of leaders are not laced in fraud and deceit,
March into a new world,
Where nation is free of slum dogs,
Where people do not worship false Gods.
Where nation is not branded as third world,
Where nation is not ruled by third rate leaders,
Where nation is not decked with,
Banquets of failures and defeats,
Where nation is not racked with,
Corpses and disembarked limbs.
Inflame the worlds’ largest democracy,
With true freedom, perfection and honesty.
Oh wake up to erase the blushes of shame,
Or else cry for another,
Five years, as done in the past.
From:
DR. Yogesh SHARMA
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OLD IS GOLD
O my dear beautiful, is our love dying?
You and me are worm out, too tired even for crying.
Life, whose warn spirit provokes the passion, flying,
Time renders all, too weak to act, too cold for trying.
We read the Bhagawad Gita and sit around the fire,
The heart ticks make me fear, like deflated tyre
withering all the organs, every minute
and all are ready to depart like a sunken fleet.
Now we cannot row the life boat, I wonder
Life seems like a burden, I ponder,
Our face, nor our action packs, nor life’s valleys,
where the hearts fail to break any ice and rallies.
Only remain quiet and see the stars but mind remembers,
there is no heat in fire and beauty missing from embers.
Life is miserable and pitiable and has no power,
Spring of our life is over and has no fragranced flower
But old wisdom is, a big treasure and divine grace,
Spring-time of man for all the youthful acts and face,
Free from all the hassles, waiting for divine light,
Where all see the truth and no fanciful flight.
The death god comes with a dagger in his hand
Sees only his dear co-passenger on the land,
so, adieu to life partner and glittering world but all fair,
All understands the mystery, wisdom but no player.
Only acts holy are counted in the last march,
Nectar of the soul, rain to the land parch.
Bless me with all your light, so to darkness close
As I can meet my master with a scanted rose.
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
120
OLD MAN AND THE ART
Art is not brush, nor color, nor water, nor rogue white beard,
But high humanity, means deep and means good,
How can art be disrobing or robbing of faith and land?
It is no stronger than filth and charred wood.
Art knows no boundary and barrier,
Art is like a noble fighter,
Art rids of the humanity of mad secular warrior.
Art colors harmonious forces and interiors.
Art plays celestial tune of humanity torn,
Art cures all the ills worn.
Art is not porn and scorn,
As designed by a white bearded secular horn.
Don’t so instigate the senses,
Paint inner beauty and soul’s fences,
Never see legs and breast’s haunches,
Lofty art draws beauty and real substances.
If an artist is truly loyal to his art and faith present,
Fondly disrobe own faith before disrobing others bent,
Lofty art draws beauty and reality best,
With the colors of grace and honor rest.
Art can not be money laundering,
Nor it can be female bashing,
Art gives light when restrained gaiting,
They also serve who remain sober and waiting.
FROM:
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
121
OM SHANTI OM
If you can maintain balance when all are against you
And has to walk miles and miles in search of food dew;
But some walk miles and miles to digest extra food chew,
But enjoy reward for their free bites too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
They are blessed who stand and wait but don't deal in lies,
As long as you don’t forgive the wrong doer’s hating,
Sinner occupies our precious space wise.
Change the text of your dreams-and not be the slave of that blaster;
And mold your life with higher aim,
The future is not to be waited and invite disaster
It is something you create and avoid rain
Nourish your inner being throughout your life woven
And fill your Slam Book with great tools,
Don’t fall, but rise in love, heaven,
And pray to God to shape a beautiful future, cool.
Here no body is losing, no body is winnings
And forget everybody, as dipped in river Lethe of forgetfulness’,
And each other, on some street will be passing,
And like strangers, never dropp a tear about your loss:
Truth must be followed by heart, nerve and sinew
It is the only reality eternal to serve long after all are gone,
And hold on the guru when there is nothing in you
As he effects eternity, “Hold him on! '
If you converse with rogues and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Crowns high -and do not lose your touch,
If every foe and caring pal can hurt you,
Then embrace the mystic faith, and chant too much:
Om Shanti Om! To forget and forgive the crude minutes
And dance with this holy hymn and do not run,
You will be the master of this Earth and your self and everything in it,
And-above all -you'll be a true Man, my dear son!
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
122
ON GLOBAL WARMING
Inferno is in making and waiting,
Only hullabaloo is gloating,
All round fear and tear,
Welcome to a world of fire.
Glaciers melting, rivers vanishing,
Trees frying and earth baking,
NGOs activism, loot and hypocrisy,
Ear splitting cacophonies accompany.
Noxious heat, ozone, virus deadly,
Ready to devour solace cruelly,
Withering, decaying world tangled,
Raining death and disaster red.
Dancing at this self made bogey,
Ugly moguls of hierarchy.
From:
DR. Yogesh SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
123
PARADISE SOLD
Secular traders do not discuss us,
No body marches for us with candles,
No page 3 blonde exhibits her curves,
As we are not the followers of Jihadi god.
Banished from our home and hearth,
With deep pain in moist and vacant eyes,
But as always we Indians mad in talk high,
And never cared to live with respect and dignity.
Booted and plundered out from our own paradise,
Founded by our own great sage Kashyap,
Feared by our own ancestry, respect and pride,
And discarded by our fellow brothers.
Abused as new- migrant, refugee,
In our own dear land,
With our own brothers and sisters,
In tattered tents and on rotten meal.
Made accustomed to live like animals,
With out pride, like an endangered tribe,
With the howling of secular Satans,
That great nation can’t be cowed down.
Yes we deserve to be lost,
As we can’t live with steel arm and might,
And live and die for false glory,
Where senseless values are plundered mercilessly.
FROM:
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
124
PAST PRESENT AND FUTURE
You may never see tomorrow…
There is no guarantee.
Things happened yesterday are part of history pages,
Nobody can predict the future; nobody can change the past,
We have only the present to act and move.
You must treat it the best and the last,
Use this moment wisely, for it will soon vanish;
And be lost for ever as part of yesterday,
You must be compassionate, stand the fallen to their feet,
Be a companion to companion-less, make an empty life complete.
Any unkind thing done today may never be undone;
And friendship I fail to won today may never be won,
You may never get another chance to pray,
And thank almighty God for giving this beautiful day…
We cannot blame God for creating heaven or hell.
I am The Light Of The World:
He that followed Me shall not walk in darkness,
But must have The Light Of Life.
The Lord is my light and my salvation; whom do I fear?
The Lord is my life’s refuse; of whom am I afraid?
SO HAVE A WONDERFUL-DAY……
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
125
PATHS OF HAPPINESS
If the path is beautiful, check where it leads?
But if the destination is beautiful-
Don’t worry about the hardships, keep moving.
There is no path that leads to happiness;
But happiness itself is the only path, goes every where.
Continuous efforts- not strength or intelligence, fetches happiness.
Happiness and excuses do not work together,
If we think about excuses, forget about happiness;
And if we want happiness, forget excuses.
Money can’t buy happiness,
But it is less painful to cry in a palace, than in a hut:
So don’t insult happy moments.
Happiness is like sunlight,
It shines in the corner of the heart,
And offer every morning fresh hopes.
It is very difficult to give happiness,
But try to at least erase somebody’s sorrow,
Like a good eraser.
Whenever offered with half glass of milk,
Call it half full and not half empty,
Happiness should be enjoyed with what we have,
But not reject due to what we do not have.
Happiness without positive attitude is merely destiny,
But happiness with a positive attitude is called, achievement;
So try to be a happy achiever in life.
Soft speech, clean heart, calm eyes, strong hand, focused mind:
And firm determination, with God’s love and blessings,
Always make us a happy winner, so always be a happy winner.
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
126
PEARL OF WISDOM
Every negative thing has in it positivism,
Do not see in it negativism,
Try to find out the truth i.e. positivism.
End is not the end, in-fact,
END means, Effort Never Disband;
End leads to newer tracks.
Memories are always confusing and wired,
They make us laugh to remember the time we cried,
But make us cry when reminded the time we laughed.
Try to forgive your enemy, but remember his face;
Help a person, in trouble or in race;
He will again remember when again in troubled pace.
Do well, without any expectations;
Fragrance always fragrant those creations,
Those shower fragrance-d tribulations.
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
127
PI-GEON! MESSENGER OF PEACE
Flutters his golden wings with speedy might,
Near the bright sun under divine light,
Flying high in azure world he delights,
Laments world beneath, crawling in draughts.
Watches helplessly from the snowy heights,
Drops like a cannon light,
Message of peace and brotherhood delights,
Without any quota, creed and race flights.
Bears a flag of hope and peace around,
Scented gifts designedly bound,
Bearing the names of loves and loved,
Gives what one deserved,
Happy cause and happy lines preserve,
Victory and success in rainbow color serve.
FROM:
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
128
PILGRIMAGE TO GARHMUKTESHWAR
Abode divine
Of God reliever,
From whirls worldly.
Resting on the banks of Ganga divine,
Celestial ghats with bathers faithful rhyme.
Scene phenomenal of equality, brotherhood,
And classless society.
Devotees offering nectar to mother Ganga, sun,
And all near, dear, dead and alive.
Floating, twinkling, lamps to awake,
The inner consciousness, be one with higher consciousness.
At a distance, burning ghats, with moist eyes,
Mourners, bidding farewell to departed soul,
Puting dead in the pyre and giving the fire,
Immersing ashes with reverence in holy deep, to merge with the creator.
Cows, the national and symbol secular, moving merrily,
Faithfuls offering eatables to mother cow,
Monkeys, representative of Lord Hanuman,
Playing, eating with the devotees.
The endless sea of holy saints in saffron,
Color of sacrifice, love, devotion and purity,
Since the dawn of life, their ways are the ways of God.
Meditating to preserve wisdom high and spiritual light.
For Hindus, in this land of miracles, from water to dust,
Every thing, every where is God and His creation,
Water, sun, river, lamp, cow, monkey and saints.
This is unique riches in poverty, hunger and slumdogs.
Garhmukteshwar is a holy place for Hindus, situated on the banks of holy river Ganga,
in Uttar Pradesh and around ninety kilometer north-east from Delhi, capital of India.
FROM:
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
129
POEM
Poem is born with an idea and a thought,
Poem is fully impartial and clean like water,
Poem can quench thirst of all without any malice,
Poem is unaware about caste, creed, religion, region and colour.
Poem is as cozy as cold breeze,
Poem lulls to sleep and awake,
Poem is untouched by any barrier of quota and race.
Poem can excite and arouse everybody like a new wed.
Poem has no love for secularism or communal ism.
Poem can energize and warm like fire,
Poem does not discriminate between rich or poor.
Poem is as high as sky.
Poem can lift any body to fly within,
Poem gives shelter to every body and has no border.
Poem can bloom a flower in a rock,
Poem can convert a rock in sand, slowly and slowly.
Poem can romanticize everybody without reservation.
Poem never dies, it remains forever
No grave can rest her nor fire burn,
Poem is for all times and climes.
Poem spreads the lofty ideals of,
Sat –chit-Ananda to shower bliss and peace,
O man why don’t you be like a poem
And wipe out hatred and gloom.
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
130
POET
What is the duty of a poet?
To impart education,
Or to acquire information?
No, although both are important.
Or to hoard wealth,
Or to enjoy worldly pleasures?
No, both are very dear to life.
Or to distribute knowledge
Or to master technical skills,
Or to train a man professionally?
No, though essential in modern world.
Or to develop leadership skills,
Or to make a man strong?
But both are respected in society.
But truly, to develop that bent of mind,
To create that attitude of reason,
To air the faith of love and secularism,
To spread that spirit of democracy,
This makes a man a responsible citizen,
And can deliver good in lieu of his birth,
As poet is the representative of God on earth.
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
131
PRESIDENT AND THE BLACK MAGIC
Thou wear a crown alone,
First to be known,
The blood stained chair own,
Was branded insane,
By the law of the land and lane
And no scope for any excuse lame.
Remained outlaw and banished,
But bold and thirsty lady initiated,
Violent struggle to regain lost ground,
For power and greed injected,
By your method of hatred,
With fanatic in you epitomized.
For power and greedy temptations,
Practiced black magic with tribulations,
Butchering a goat every day to lost god without emotion,
Delivering pain to weak but a lofty fashion,
A helpless goat for foul devotion
Cannot change your fanatic emotion.
Oh Jardari, adhere to love, truth and compassion,
Non violence and secular consideration,
For the path of success and salvation,
Taught by Gandhi and Vivakanand’s creation,
And chant Om Shanti Om for lofty ambition,
And enjoy crown without any sad depression.
FROM:
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
132
PSEUDO KING-SHAHRUKH KHAN
One day there drops in glittering Bollywood jumping court,
A wandering, stammering Khan, to hit the celluloid fort;
All the priests muttered in dismay: “My name is Khan.”
Inspiration to Leshkar-e-Tayebba, and terror plan;
Crying and bleeding soul for Pakistan.
Abode cozy in Dubai, an Islam Stan.
More a hyper theatrics,
Than an honest art specialists.
He has tutored the pang of drama around,
Stands never straight, but always move round.
Nor by his art, but vexed the dealers tame, sold;
The feeble son of wealth and fame, red:
And in this land of rotten hand,
Labored with a shrewd eye and fox mind,
For wealth and fame trekked all land,
And dance only by deign bound.
Jumped madly in the IPL drill,
But it was not a Bollywood thrill.
Ding-dong and crashing in the sky;
Bang, bang, bat and ball aren’t mad high;
Luck and fame, flew away with the wind;
The pitch so dark, with eerie rind;
Plotted to desert the sinking ship of IPL,
Like a rat, running from a house of BPL.
Worshiped here the man, with conscious dead;
Always cry and bleed for Pakis mad.
Thus he breaths and makes him well,
For him here all leaders swell;
With honors high, and decorated name;
Boundless his coffers, and power chain;
Despite his title, power and wealth;
The wrench, cornered all in self health.
FROM:
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
133
QUOTA RIOTS
Quota here, quota there,
Quota everywhere.
Quota in education, quota in profession,
Quota is there in every vocation.
Quota in banks, quota in ranks,
Quota is there in think tanks,
Begging with quota bowl is the highest honor,
Brightest merit is the worst dishonor
Hail to the racial ladder,
It can make vultures gladder and patriots sadder.
Everything is fair, in quota racial warfare.
Racial quota is fair, merit quota is unfair,
Fair is foul and foul is fair,
Quoteth Bard of Avon there.
From:
DR. Yogesh SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
134
RAIN AND THE WORLD
Rain is a celestial gift to man by God high,
It wets dry throats and parched land by.
Man looks impatiently towards sky,
And pray to rain god, expectantly;
to celebrate the rainfall, a festival of joy.
It relives mankind of oppressive heat,
Dissolve us in an out-pour of joy and greet,
We become one with nature’s fleet,
Makes us a part of this vast universe with happy treat,
Representing joy of life itself, bright.
Clouds swelled, melts into life meditation;
Bearing drops of nectar, a sense of well being and happy culmination,
Delivers fertility, enough food and liberation,
With an act of cosmic blessings for our purification,
Makes us yearns for completeness and no depression.
Rainy breeze arouses passionate engagement with life and soul,
Mingling with dry earth creates a haunted image whole;
But when disturbed, it lashes with wild fury with heavy toll:
Man wants to live as a tourist in his life, no attention full and sole
But rain gives us the true meaning of life and world, we live in to cajole.
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
135
RAIN- RAIN GO AWAY
Thunder and lightening in the sky, day and night;
Sun and moon hiding calm without light,
Heavy downpour and roaring like floods,
Man and animals crying in the cities and woods,
Over her cold fire, the house maid broods;
All creatures that love sun are out of hoods,
Sky is loaded like a maid, going to birth:
The muddy children splash in waters, in mirth.
Like a traveler tired, sitting upon the moor;
Heard the thunder and flood waters fur-ore,
Paced like a feared hare, hid like a maiden coy:
Shivering scared but not like a dancing lass shy:
‘God’, shouted I: bless me stay safe and locked;
Cursed by an old naked farmer at a far lagoon rocked.
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
136
RAJEEV GANDHI-VICTIM OF INTRIGUES
Many a times, knaves, plotted to kill;
To crush a life so handsome and fair,
Conspired with full might and drill,
And denied a soul with vision to rest here.
Many a times he kicked the demons out,
And on his brow, no tension let;
The nation knows with out any doubt,
That he will throw the vultures and no inlet.
I know, I am insane; ought not to tell:
The killers let him, to care for him self;
Narrated and soothed nation in a moving cell,
And never took uncivil help to save his delve.
But Oh! His harsh fate that would be!
As he was young- and fair too-
Killers demons roamed around-but could not see,
Indoctrinated a woman, with deadly blast to do.
This time, failed to beat the foul minds back;
In dark hour, killers’ will prevail;
And the killer bewitched the killer pack;
And blasted her for a dangerous mail.
And a blast, deadly dark and he got his last train;
All and sundry hared the thunder, louder roll;
I cried and cried and cursed my rain,
Oh God have mercy for the innocent soul.
FROM:
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
137
REAL VALENTINE
Brooding the days, spent with you,
With vibration in the heart and light in the mind.
Every moment so lovely and faced smilingly,
Difficult to forget, days spent with you merrily.
Flying high for the lucky stars,
Nothing there to be marred, the perennial fun,
And great memories today, I won,
As I walk ahead with you,
Things I carry in my heart, you sung everyday.
You are an example of life to live,
And taught world the meaning of life.
There is no Valentine like dear WIFE,
To sooth in storms and cheer in dark glens,
To shoulder one, if runs amuck,
And fetch back on the path of dharma,
To live as one soul and self.
I pray a long and happy life for you,
And wish to add my years in you.
Teach me a lot, the way you live,
Sweet memories are immortal and printed for ever,
Wish to stop the Time, to cherish the days for ever.
FROM:
DR. Y.K. SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
138
RELATIONSHIP AND LIFE.
Good relationship does not requires any promise,
Only it needs two goods hearts,
No matter how pious and royal our intentions wise,
But world judge them by our presentation chart,
Bad looks can be covered by good words’ history,
Bad word cannot be covered by good looks,
Achieving goals can’t be the greatest victory,
But efforts to achieve that goal are the greatest books.
Rise and fall of waves are inspiration to life,
After every fall they never fail to rise again,
Life is also like a river that has many turns but wise,
It is faster on every turn and never returns to bargain.
Relationship is the hardest puzzle,
As no body knows the depth of it,
No body knows the future of it to dazzle,
Cannot be-fool as nobody has the same hit.
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
139
REMEMBERING THE MARTYRS OF 26/11
My heart bleeds up to remember,
The dead corpse of the martyrs,
The bloody twenty six / eleven in calendar,
O, God! Save them, souls never to tire.
O, God! Bless the brave souls, gigantic;
Sacrificed themselves for the nation,
From gateway of India to Taj majestic,
They died and died for the nation.
There are only two realities left,
God the result of higher imagination
And the soldiers, mighty and deft;
Both with supernatural and brave creation.
Considering the noble duties,
God, a higher and spiritual creator,
and the soldier, a spirit and soul of honesty,
with their noble and sacrificing vector.
O, God! Listen to me, and bless all with happiness,
Protect us from their evil thong,
As all are grateful to you for your kindness,
But there God is wrong.
O God! Bless those souls for a new season
trusting in God and nation, as their resolution.
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
140
REPUBLIC DAY PARADE
Besides a black road, I moan looking down,
Ocean of people from village and town,
On other days busy bees used to run and pass,
To work, studies and to love mass,
There I stand, lonely, prodding sad score,
Saw scholars, teachers and youth crying next door,
Now by the babu’s world, no body can see,
Even God is worried not to see one and me.
Images false shown taken from hidden sides,
Mirroring the nation beautiful and wide,
Demy gods couching false glory, sitting beside,
Seated in the earthly heaven, boasting joy ride,
Till nation is fried in ash tray by,
But they remain a holy catholic never tell a lie.
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
141
RISING SUN
Hail to the rising sun –full and bright;
Showering pleasures in tones to wake,
Delirious energy, excitement and feeling right:
Add, new wings, to swim, in sky and in lake;
Rainbow of hopes in light and darkness, take.
Rising sun blesses the world to tame storms,
With doubly courage and cheerful grate,
With new horizon to dream swarm,
A movement of light and energy enrich awareness straight,
With proud past, bright future and positive present gate.
Rising sun brings heaven, fair, strong and untied;
Leads us from darkness to light and avoids fall,
Vibrates the nation with rays of hope on all side,
Spreads truth and became your voice, tall;
Breaking the vicious circle of hunger and toll.
Rising sun signals a new dawn far and here,
Strengthen the self to fight the dark spree;
So my poetry fills the emotion and sensation, fair;
Of words, thoughts, feelings, and sanskars, free:
Hail to the rising sun, ever and forever.
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
142
RUNNING INDIA
A shaky hand on the horn,
Other on the gear.
A ear listening music,
Cell phone in the other ear.
A trembling foot on accelerator,
Other on the clutch,
Unsettled mind and clumsy eyes,
On scantily clad girls.
Welcome to a fast running nation,
Driven by fools and jokers,
On bumpy and dumpy roads,
Pulling the nation for untimely doom.
Sick, secular, tottering leaders,
Salute this deceitful spirit,
Welcome to a nation minus nationalism,
This is the wonder that is India.
From:
DR. Yogesh SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
143
SACRED HAND OF ALLAH
Always in the crab like prison,
But as tall as banyan,
As majestic as Lord Krishna’s….form,
But her bright face concealed in a purdha, dark.
Yet her magical face glows like stars,
Embroidered with lines and words,
To tell the world tales and verses of her pain,
But a future magic hidden in her dark womb,
Leaping out through her cozy thighs,
Touch of her soft fingers,
Vibrating a new awakening,
A mind as pure and bright as glass,
But we torment her, toss her, tear her,
Where this hurt daughter complain,
When sacred hand of Allah has thrown her to wolves.
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
144
SAINT KABIR SAID IT
Coldly sadly descend the brutal winter morning,
People waked up to a sudden commotion,
Rushed to their balconies with curious eyes;
A grey bearded man,
Sporting round skull cap,
Short salawar and long pheran,
Standing on a wall,
Fingers in his ears
Clamored Allah ho Akbar.
Warmly coolly descend the summer evening,
Children rushed to the bushes,
To collect a floating kite,
There was a flutter,
All rushed helter shelter for cover.
Black bearded men, sporting round skull cap,
Short salwar and long pheran,
Hiding behind the bushes.
Then there was cleaking and clanking of gums.
People heard the volley of bullets
Dusty earth was splattered with the blood of innocent,
Men with the guns,
Shouted Allah ho Akbar.
People were warmly hugging each other,
Men, women sporting beautiful dresses,
Lovelorn maidens sporting girdled duppattes,
A bearded man appeared with a sphere in hand,
Sporting round skull cap,
Short salawar and long pheran,
Sexy lasses thought that he is going,
To make a Gajra for their fluttering locks,
But the next moment
He beheaded a bleating goat
All and sundry clamored together,
Allah ho Akbar, Eid Mubarak.
Where is Allah!
On the wall or in the bushes or in the spear,
In the maze of meaningless rites
Perhaps all are mistaken
Wisdom and goodness, they are Allah.
But-miss define Allah.
Kabira long ago echoes it on the banks of Divine Ganga.
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SANIA-MANIA
There was a maid, all knew her well;
Many a time in the morning,
When the sun has just opened his cell,
Along the scenic Benjara Hill dwelling,
Rising, jumping and frolicking alone,
In a green court by the Hussein Sagar known.
With the racked dear, griped by both hand;
Hit the ball, point to point with flying curls;
With long volleys, screams and force loud;
Redoubled and redoubled with force wild hurls,
Inadequately clad princes never proved,
From any victory far removed.
She was crowned, but day by day;
Nation gave thy heart to thee,
They kept you alone and all love away,
And grew a love cell for only be,
There love like wine grew,
Lofty each day more true and renew.
But crossed the line, mocked her love nice;
While she hung, listless and shocked;
Penetrated deep into her heart the vice,
People’s torrents, pierced into her heart unanswered;
Rocked she was with all images solemn,
And uncertain land received as demon.
Her fault was grave, she had known,
Betroth across LOC, nation learned;
All the hearts could cry alone,
Her faith fanatic unperturbed,
Crushed all emotions and swell,
Thou love us no more, farewell, farewell and farewell.
Farewell with bleeding hearts,
No pain and no remorse,
With all happiness and wealth depart,
From the dear and crowned course,
To a nation where madness reign,
And cursed to veil, solitude but no gain.
Will be back one day with shrill and shame,
Flashed through her frame, sucked;
Here booted the glory and fame,
And won thy own no trophy proved,
O Lady! We get what we give;
In our life only our acts live.
Departed the queen with mangled dream,
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One with worn out faith released,
In isolation without end and no gleam,
More alone than her loneliness ruled,
Longing freedom in despair,
She pines to be a part of lost hemisphere.
Her wedding attire may be her shroud,
Her sad eyes and disheveled hue,
A circle inauspicious, around her thrice weaved,
Closed her eyes with fear cue
And drunk the hemlock of sad device,
Invited self destructive fire, must he be as soon cooled,
O God O God his might and will prevailed.
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DR. YOGESH SHARMA
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SANJAY GANDHI-YOUTH ICON
He was brought up, as a prince charming;
Every word, uttered by-could not be no;
If the sky was the heights, flew for conquering;
Always lived on Yes, no was no where to know.
He stormed the nation, as he was sent;
Always on the horizon of nation and mind;
Gave us love and hopes for life’s bent
And discipline, health, wealth, and strength, he fed.
Guilt, lethargy, despair and weakness, no where to seen-
Designed to fly high and high and higher;
Than with a daring bang and dream,
Flew back to his creator and became martyr.
Strong soul, in some far shining holy land,
Still, must be performing the best with his band.
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DR. YOGESH SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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SATYA SAI BABA
You have thousands of names,
Satya Sai Baba is one holy flame,
He is a divine flower of hopes,
In this clashing world of entangled ropes.
Broad forehead and blessing eyes,
Sits like a banyan tree high,
A saint of simplicity and veracity,
Lover of integrity and purity.
A knight armed with magical powers,
Tolerance and love messenger,
Delivers just ways and righteousness,
And a creation of timelessness.
Worshiped by high and law,
Renounces crown, chair and starry vows,
Drawing food for mind and heart,
Rolls Vasudhaiva Kutumbakam chart.
If devotees lose their balance,
Baba stops and restore semblance,
Even when fallen in muddy pond,
Devotees bloom like lotus and its pod.
Baba tests and makes a fall at times,
To fill the life with happy chimes,
Baba takes all pains, you don’t desire;
And blesses all with lofty sire.
Baba blesses devotees, ordinary;
With rewards and joys, extra-ordinary;
He blesses natural and poor followers,
With miracle and supernatural flowers.
Those love Baba’s creation,
He calls them in his congregation,
Even those begs outside his temple,
He blesses them from inside His temple.
Baba is every where to make the destiny,
And holds and opens the love keys,
Baba is a concept for liberation,
Thoughtlessness is away from Baba’s meditation.
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SCAMS, SCAMS AND SCAMS
Mulayam, Maya and Lalu the jest;
Raja, Kalmadi and Karuna, all are pest,
But above all Man Mohan-Sonia, chant honest declaration,
Against them and their family all is false allegation.
Mulayam, Maya and Lalu, loot in the socialist tradition;
Raja and sons rob in telex vocation,
All the leaders, secular, part of this booty;
Shouldn’t we deserve to ride on the sooty?
It is the job of a PM to promote his clan,
To secure the future of chair and ride in the secular van,
Nation is prepared to forget all the scams,
And waiting to happen a new scam gem.
If pen of mine nation's gloom has brightened,
Through my dry lips the honest message came;
If pen of mine nation's task has lightened,
It felt the guidance that it dares not claim.
Time is the best healer; silence now golden;
Let me not play too long suffering lyre;
Though to your love, my pen untiring still beholden,
The curfew tells me—silent, cover up the fire.
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SCOUNDRELS DON’T INSULT
Remove the armor from the body, first;
Traders of terror have done their worst,
Didn’t the dead have any right as a man?
Murderers have done, all they can.
Marched into a new world, a new dream to lead,
They desired not, but slaughtered to heed;
Nor were they wrong, neither coward;
But lost in deceitful strike and dark end.
All lost in sudden death but strange,
And shocked to see death so close,
No way out from death to erase,
But embrace death with bravery and grace.
But secular and socialist nation bended as old,
Not ready to live with honor in her fold,
Terror outrage, nation’s meekness, but peoples’ scorn;
Every body has to live with and to borne.
Tears in eyes, I stand rattled and brave lay in their place,
Cried at last, scoundrels don’t insult the brave, cover their face.
FROM:
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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SECOND EXILE
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
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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SECULAR GOD
Numb He is, perhaps afraid of bloodbath and terror,
His light has vanished like fire without air,
Laugh and laughter become species rare,
Is the world about to see annihilation fare?
Streets are blood socked, houses haunted,
Fusillades and blasts have made life marooned,
When we have to annihilate hunger, thirst and wound,
Man is killing man to appease secular God.
Crumbling temples have destroyed home of faith,
Satan dancing over the corpses in the valley of death,
Thousands of Hindus butchered and Muslims beneath,
To illuminate their false demigods with wreathe.
Souls flying, leaving the hopes behind,
Life space shadowed by darkness of shroud,
But nowhere was visible the secular God, hyped,
Some crying for Allah, somewhere Ram looked.
But there was no respite and wisdom,
Darkness has engulfed world’s dawn,
Deputed to spared love and peace,
But spreading hatred and bloodbath drawn.
Forget me, don’t defame,
You are my mistaken name,
Foul and weak souls cursed and ram,
Sent on earth to lament their sins again.
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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SECULAR MASK
They wear a mask of dirt and lies,
To hide filth and fraud in eyes,
With torn and rot mind they smile,
Pain is the reward they give to people glide.
Mouth always with dirty flies,
Nation to them is always otherwise,
They smile but beguiling masses cry,
They offer prayer with a mind vile.
Beneath our feet they floor hot tiles,
To see people tortured their soul arise,
In counting peoples’ tear their heart ride,
In a world sad they dream happy wide.
In a nation miserable they bask,
Because they wear a secular mask.
FROM:
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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SHADOW LINES ON MY FACE
Sometimes, I feel,
The faces which seem strange,
Are so near to my heart?
Sometimes, it appears,
The persons, unwanted for me,
Become most important for my existence.
Sometimes, the faces,
Whom I have never met,
Keep on waiting for me eternally.
Sometimes, knowing or unknowingly,
We become so close to strangers
And to be a part of each others existence.
Sometimes, I find,
The imprints of some one, on my face,
As I have a borrowed face.
With other’s shadow lines on my face,
I, myself do not know,
Whether I am a reality or a shadow.
FROM:
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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SHARIA JAZIYA AND SIKHS
Attacked from all corners,
Herd of bearded, skull capped killers,
Bombs, gun wielding fanatic riders,
Only Sharia and Jaziya and death gliders.
Uprooted from their land, no food no water,
Only bombs and bullets freely fire,
Crazy messenger of death and terror,
Heralded death to many dear and near.
Watched with horror by helpless eyes,
No love or help from any sides,
Free loot of Sharia and Jaziya chides,
Sympathy false from secular step brothers,
Where love and help reserved for Sharia followers.
N.B. this sonnet (short poem) was penned down on religious discrimination against
Sikhs and non Muslims in Aurkarzai in Swat valley in Pakistan who were forced out
from their houses for not paying Jaziya, a communal tax.
FROM:
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
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SHATTERED REVOLUTIONARY
Dried himself up like a withered leaf,
All the sap dried up, like stinking sweat;
Became out caste, like a pained blister,
Hated like rotten meat,
Always on the run, like a fugitive;
And crushed under his own weight.
Became a burden for himself,
Ready to explode for dark empowerment,
Life goes by needs, not by dreams;
A beggar can meet his needs,
But an emperor may fail to realize his dreams,
Revolution is a dream not need.
He thinks, he is the answer;
But world sees him as dead end,
He thinks, he has the solution for all the ills:
But world sees him as hungry for power,
He thinks, he is fighting for the people;
But world sees him, as an escapist.
He thinks to usher revolution,
But world sees him, as unresponsive;
He thinks, he is working for others;
But world sees, he is raining hardships:
O beguiled revolutionary! Enlighten yourself;
Don’t be misguided by illusions; beautiful world lies within.
Before angry, forgive others;
Before condemn others, wait and think about yourself:
Before speak, listen to others;
Before taking to guns, labor;
Before loot, earn by hard work;
Before kill, let others live.
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SHAW AND THE BEAUTIFUL WOMAN
Once a woman beautiful, offered Shaw to wed;
Shell shocked, the great bard, on idea absurd;
And looked disheveled, the beauty from toe to head;
The shocker was a real beauty in every sense of bard,
But the woman was worthy to be rejected,
As she was made of worse mind and heart ejected.
And the Bard- he was above all the brains, we know,
A living embodiment of intellect and wits grow,
But, alas he was ugly as devil and no glow;
And a Knight the way he dressed with full flow,
Though he was lacking in beauty but raw,
But he was high in his pen and saw.
Now suppose, we must wed and deliver a child;
And inherit my beauty and your’s mind,
These two would choose and be ordained,
If happened opposite, what would be the fate, Bard questioned,
Some beauty is sick and unfit to be loved,
Misconstrue their beauty and intellect, in ways nurtured.
By,
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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SHREE RAM TEMPLE AT AYODHYA
With time all the forts and minarets,
Build by Babur and his barbarian clan,
Will be razed and mercilessly plundered,
To weed out the symbols of injustice,
In the multilayered mystery of History,
But the nation wishes to build there,
In the midst of complaining rubble,
To remain shining till eternity,
A majestic Shree Ram Temple,
That will never crumble,
To uphold, truth and deliver justice,
And spread Dharma and annihilate A-dharma.
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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SHRIMAD BHAGAVAD GITA AND KARMA
When we surrender to God, all He does:
And is always there to bless us and protect us;
But we must perform our actions on our own,
God and all leave us for alone.
With actions firm and honest,
And all the elements work for their behest,
If you love for the poor fruit,
The action is weak and shallow its root.
But if with folded hand I go,
With faith in God and hope,
Listening to the voice of inner self and wit,
Move carefully and keep eyes to hit.
Have faith in self and soul there,
And chant My verse forever here—
With such pious souls my blessings lit,
No body can harm such souls those God has writ.
Burn your ego and false show of things,
And spread love and devotional wing,
Surrender to that super soul,
And relish lofty goal.
He delivers rewards unsought, unseen;
He is always there as a sensuous been,
Person with divine faith and believe,
Grow sensible and loved by God within.
Persons need no enemy, who has angry ears;
Persons with knowledge need no wealth for years,
Persons with mercy need no patience any more,
And persons need no obligations, those have love lore.
Blameless one hear His sound,
The path of knowledge sees around,
For men of contemplations sun warms his light,
Man of honest action sees no path tight.
Not by abstention from work man attains harmony,
Nor does he attains foredoom glory,
Nor by renunciation attains perfection within,
Only path of work is the means of liberation from the din.
No one can remain without action bound,
Impulse of nature made him action loud,
All work is a bolt from Supreme bliss,
Surrender ourselves and reject ignorant kiss.
That restrains sensuous authority,
False conduct is unbranded by,
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With control of senses to Higher one,
Without attachment, acts alone.
All work is done to follow divine hour,
Spirit of sacrifice is the real flower,
Dismiss all hopes of reward in life,
Serve the creator and Supreme and forget strife.
By performing allotted duty and forget noon,
By this foster one attain God’s boon,
By fostering sacrifice He will bless with joyous place,
Enjoying gifts without sacrifice is an ugly face.
People eats, earns through sacrifices, makes;
Are released from sins and wakes,
Wicked gulps for their own sake as Arabian drugs,
Verily they are sinners and destined to rugs.
Food brings life muse into world,
Rain gives birth to food in fold,
Sacrifice brings rain to guide mortal course,
Sacrifice is the result of work and undying force.
Action is rooted in Imperishable spheres,
World is a sacrifice for millions of years,
This pattern is kept up by human heart,
Propel morals for worldly beings to start.
He, who does not help others, is evil;
Follows senses like devil,
Such lives live in vain,
And God throws them into drain.
Sacrifice is a joint between God and man, untold;
Action done with sacrificing spirit, dear to Lord;
It is also law of life sought,
Individual and cosmos depend on each other hot.
Man liberated has no gain from action or in-action,
Perfectly happy possessing the Self to get salvation,
The liberated souls are path makers,
They blaze the path and trillions are takers.
Life of god is the inspiration given,
Life of world follows that heaven,
His great actions preservers the universe,
And stops from falling back non-existent verse.
These are the ways of Lord Bard,
Do not desire laurels and reward,
Souls are dear to God,
Those hear his Maker’s voice and nod.
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SLUMDOG RICHES
Slumdogs are a glorified lot.
But by whom?
By heart! No one,
But as a part of dirty game,
Millions, millions and millions.
As a solid beguiling vote bank,
For power hungry leaders,
Easy pray to wolf skinned reformers,
Juicy jaunts to money laundering NGOs,
Saucy masseurs,
To inadequately clad social blondes,
Dearest subject to secular, lover of art,
And puppet to the theatre of absurd.
And YOU- poor, sick old ere time,
Disheveled, dirty, abused,
Body ransacked and face with furrows deep,
Decayed to enrich, corrupt comrades.
Begging, robbing, looting,
Hoodwinking and crime,
As loved haunts,
Living in galleries of darkness,
Crying always for bies free.
Past, present and future,
All shroud in crying shadows.
With bleeding consciousness,
Children of lesser gods,
Themselves worship false gods.
Rest is devastating,
Nationals with corrupted nationality,
Applauds you,
Jai Ho, Jai Ho, Jai Ho Slumdog.
FROM:
DR. Yogesh SHARMA
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SOCIALIST LEARNER
I am an English teacher,
Teaching the socialist and democratic learner,
All the labor, but no literature;
Remain dim and dull like moon in cloudy sphere.
I take all the pains, but no gain;
Knowledge remain as law as dry fountain,
Always they miss the merit chain,
Despite all support but no happy claim.
Reason is the free and easy jibe,
Responsible to kill the students’ hype,
To see learners bright and wise,
Only, open and free competition is ripe.
Only then they cherish the lucky wheels,
Among the high mountains they can feel.
FROM:
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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STAINED CROWN
Always high talk and secular debate,
Pretend sharp and noble laureate,
No work and movement late,
No sense of mercy but love hate.
Cruel heart and selfish bent,
Knowledge and merit spent,
Change color like chameleon rent,
Wed perversions like page 3 haunt,
One eye jealous of other eye,
Want to see other perish and die,
Lies and farce, every where prefer high,
Deliver worst and fetch nigh.
Change tracks like fancy flight,
From left to right and right to left,
All pleasures but no light,
Power and treasuries the resolve might.
Raised kingdom on hate,
Murder, plunder and loot are their fate,
Words have their meaning lost,
Relationship of love and brotherhood never meant.
Without solution dies nation’s health,
Play havoc with mankind’s birth
Pray, breath and die on earth,
With a stained crown and blotted wealth.
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DR. YOGESH SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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STEPS OF ANGELS
Open and close are opposite,
But in life they are real twins,
We are open with those with whom we are close.
If rejected by someone, don’t be disappointed,
Einstein was a successful scientist,
Because he was rejected by many scholars.
Remain free from hatred and worries,
Live without expectations,
Have faith in divine will, as God is the best friend.
No use of boosting about doing our best,
But got to succeed in doing,
Which is best.
Expressions of the face can be read by the world,
But the depression of the heart can be read only by close ones,
So do not loose closeness in relations.
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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SU-ROOR LOVE SAGA
King Tharoor was an arrogant king, and loved a golden sport;
And on a fateful day, as his lady love strove, sat looking at the fort.
Coterie filled the chairs round, with cheer girls nothing to hide;
Winning the auction, king dreamt to make his bride;
And truly it was a big catch, to hook the glittering show;
Wealth, women, wine and all dons above political beasts below.
Hustle and bustle of gossip brigade, with bloody jaws;
They bit, hit and curse the king and dame with their paws;
With all the force and vulgar roar, they pushed all on other;
Till the sin pot filled with rot, and nothing left to pour.
The stifling stink from the VVIP closet, blew the air;
Cried the bard, ” Dearest we are happy than there! ”
Su’s love touches the king, a wonderful lovely tame.
With seductive eyes and rosy lips, always dance the dame.
She muttered, ” the king my suitor, must be a stinging bee, ”
He desperately wins the game, to prove his love to me!
Lords, leaders, ladies and dealers, all betted glamour fines;
Ready to dropp all down, to prove my love lines;
She cozies the king: to move his passion glide;
The king towed and jumped in the forest wild,
The jump was fast; but the return faster;
Threw every thing, but not love: lost all at alter.
Well done cry Su in tears, as he muttered where he sat;
Not love, but the arrogance and past, which hit the crown fat.
FROM:
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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SWAMI AND THE WORLD
Lives in a divine abode,
In a land paced by gods, he rode
Known as a saint and a Yog guru,
He is Swami Ramdev.
Lives with no other thought;
But to love and be loved by all.
I am a child and he is a guru,
in this kingdom of Devbhumi by the heaven.
Respected as a messenger from heaven,
Attired in a lone saffron holy,
Patriotism and sacrifice, as a message divine;
Delivered to me and all.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the heaven,
A wind blew out of a cloud, blessing
Our revered Swami Ramdev.
So that in his abode wise men came
And got blessed by him,
To live with him in a land of God
In this kingdom by the heaven.
Neither the leaders across the world,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever malign his soul and body
Of the graced Swami in saffron.
For the moon always shines with bringing me to the great mystic.
And the stars always rise,
But I feel the bright eyes
of the gleaming Yogi.
And so, all the time, I perform the tide
of my darling- my body - my life and my bride,
in this celestial abode, blessed by,
The holy waters of Ganga, Jamuna and Sarswati.
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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TAJMAHAL, LOVE IMPRISONED
O Jahapana dear,
You made me a circus museum jeer,
Your wife dearest Mumtaz crying.
Where your love vanished or dying?
You were not a lover
But jealous of world’s eyes hover,
Jealous of even sun, moon and stars,
And dump me deep in this purdah wars
Imprisoned my dead spirit and denied even air,
In your fascination for structure white rare,
Snatched and robbed all my rights behind,
Privacy robbed by stinking breath of rogue crowd.
Plundered by their saucy acts, I writhe in pain,
In this immortality rule your vanity and arrogance vain,
Molded by sweat, tears, blood of man and their families drain,
Stand adulated jeweled marble Tajmahal in chain.
Love is mightier than might, deeper than the deep,
Love is mother of all the wombs’ reap.
Then why this circus of wreckage, dust and stone?
Cold beauty of stone can’t turn heart soft cone.
Beware of temple gods you mow,
I hear their spirit bite me with their claws,
Fluttering white in fear,
In billing and chilling tomb here.
You left imprisoned with your pride,
I cry in pain and anguish, O Jahapana tide,
I mothered your fourteen children rent,
But you slew innumerable innocent.
Come to my arms my killer dear,
A love that has past the feat of beauty rear,
Though hath her decayed beyond all cure,
Lord disheveled and has his bones torn manure.
His misplaced love is in chains,
In a 6X3 bed, you gave but in vain,
Watched and corrupted by bearded hunch,
Like a dead mouse in a muddy trench.
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DR. YOGESH SHARMA
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TALE OF A WAR WIDOW
She was very poor,
She has nothing to eat and drink,
Her brave husband,
Was killed in the Kashmir valley,
Braving for the unity and honor of the nation.
The traders of blood, wrote a tribute on a stone,
Mocking his martyrdom,
But there was no one to wipe her tears.
Her father and brother were
Butchered by the government agents
As they had no money to bribe them.
Her children died unemployed
As they were meritorious and honest.
Vultures made a film about them,
To entertain the world and win laurels and laugh.
Their photographs can be seen,
At an art exhibition in Delhi.
Then the president gave a certificate,
To laugh at her pain,
Still she was very poor,
She was the widow of a warrior,
Not a vote bank..
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DR. Yogesh SHARMA
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TEACHER, SOLDIER WITH A PEN
Teacher is a soldier with a pen and an eternal guide
Lighting wisdom to mind decayed and white,
Floating tirelessly till dark with no pride,
Without fear and favor telling tales bright.
To clean the dirt river flows and air floats,
To vibrate heart and mind he gloats.
‘Tween goddess Sarswati and man he is linking milk,
Giving life to the world with deepest think.
As blessed banyan with roots, side by side,
Withstand winter, storm, wind and tide,
Beauty he admires and goodness wide,
Word and language such as teacher ride,
He will turn dust to gold, if his ways not hide,
And rake a soul with favorite manifold glide.
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DR. YOGESH SHARMA
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TEACHER-A GUIDE TO MANKIND
He teaches us to learn in silence, while he talks;
He teaches tolerance, while he is intolerant to hawks.
He teaches kindness, while he is unkindest to wrongs;
Teaches and guides the world with lofty thoughts.
With his lofty sermons, unlocks newer paths moving;
Denounces his pleasures for pupils’ mirth growing,
With patience and sacrifice, broods nation building:
For the success of others, teaches his living.
For him, his pupils are his bank, with precious treasure;
With his wisdom deep, motivates us and inspire:
Teacher is a director, a creator and never ending pleasure:
An artist, a king maker and a philosopher:
He is a real hero of beguiling society, without wing:
And clears darkness of mind and ushering spring
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TEACHING IS A -
Teaching is not a profession,
It is a holy vocation,
It is a divine mission,
It needs committed attention.
Honest teacher earns admiration,
It gives dull and empty mind inspiration,
Helps sleeping cells get stimulation,
Right and proper teaching is a transformation.
Teaching is the strongest pillar of education,
It widens and matures imagination,
From slavery and darkness, it is liberation,
Enlarges mental horizon and sharpens comprehension.
It is a challenging task for modulation,
It stops the diversion of attention,
It sustains eminent position,
It compels man of inner realization.
The accent should not be on examination,
Good teaching requires higher imagination,
Good teacher is a temptation,
It is the architect of a nation.
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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TERROR, PASSAGE TO HELL
Madness, never ending jaded,
Played by cunning and knaves, faded,
Who cannot bear world’s happiness,
They see method mad in this ugliness.
Killing the people is their pleasant season,
Nothing but horror and fear is their reason,
Founded and guided by dreaded selves,
Happy are those who are far away from such wolves.
Far away from their goals,
Hiding in safe bushes and caves, killing moles.
Children of envy and lower gods,
With no light of the day, growing toads,
To brand this ugliness unblemished,
Is the world of wolf and jackals diminished.
FROM:
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
E-mail- yogesh_krsharma@yahoo.com
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THE ART OF LIVING
A winning horse does not know the winning token
He only knows the pain given by the rider bold,
So in pain don’t think ties of life are broken,
Go through pain, God wants you to win in cold.
Ah, live like a king and rejoice,
Never mind, who is the king high,
And follow this attitude in all the chorus and noise,
Live life by your way and forget hopeless cry.
As sun shines for a day and make fancy flying
And candle for an hour in limited sphere,
Matchstick for a minute struggling and trying,
But life with positive vibes shines forever.
Soft words and rich in meaning creates joyous illusion
To clear dark screens out of age-dimmed eyes,
As success introduces to the happy world and clears confusion
But failures introduces the world to self and takes happy isles.
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THE BURNING TRAIN AT GODHRA
Floating slowly as an aimless cloud over Godhra,
Flying high over silent mills and sad helmets.
Suddenly a thirsty crowd descends, from nowhere,
Thirsty not for the water but for the blood,
With fierce dagger, oil canes and what not.
A host of humans burnt alive
And writhing with unendurable pain.
In the train, beside seats, beside wash cabins,
Crying and burning alive,
Roasted corpses scattered everywhere.
Hundreds were trembling and weeping,
Over their dear and dead ones’ corpses,
Otherwise busy and humming housewives,
Beating breasts to cry out the pain,
On the charred remains of poor pilgrims.
Cameras, officials, police in fighting fatigue,
But out numbered and numbed by their screams.
Their burnt bones opened gold mines,
To secular hawks and I cried and cried,
Without any respite, for the pain it had brought.
I moved my pen to tear for poor souls,
Returning home from pilgrimage to Ayodhya
But became fuel to Jihadi hate,
A poet in me could cry and cry,
Gazing at the Burning Train at Godhra.
By,
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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THE CURSE OF JAMUNA
Down flows the sad Jamuna braving all
The mayhem and amok drove a red line.
In the heartless dry, fast running city,
The wisest among the crowd shouted,
Lord Shiva! Save us, have mercy.
Everybody was a ruler here
But not a single master.
With eyes and ears closed,
Here, each is left to himself,
With a wounded heart.
The one who saw the living death,
On the wheels ran away
But the rest dead or crippled,
Deaf or dumb for rest of life
And could shed tears of blood.
On this frontier of freedom and freewill,
The blind declare themselves as masters,
Where people run barefoot
And shoes on their head,
Lost in self praise, self interest and suspicion.
Darkness of mind cannot go,
Even mighty Jamuna is helpless
And cannot wash your sins,
A red line is run amok,
And city has become a living graveyard.
By: -
Dr. YOGESH SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
178
THE ELEGY FOR A NATION
All the wonders there, that is India;
Always on sky seven, with talk high in media;
Nation is very great, ancient and grey;
Thousands of years but easy prey,
Tales false told by secular narrators,
Glorified and canonized criminals and perpetrators,
Appear very sharp and honest but always unrated,
Late in action but very fast pirated.
Is there any thing better, is there any thing better;
No rest for fair man and I cry and flutter;
Cruel to honest, simple and weak;
But soft to corrupt, criminals and cheat;
Failed to give her children new light,
Thrown high and dry in the silence of night,
O love! You can see, by the sun’s first light;
Proudly we hailed nationalism but with waning heights.
Here brave sons and stars merited weather perilous storms,
Over secular rampant of Bhopal, watched wailing humanity, dreams torn;
With bursting bombs and red gun fire, hot air;
Gives proof that secular bull in valley is still there,
But that high talked nation still wave,
In the mystic land of Ganga and clans holy and brave,
On that holy land seen through the glean,
Here killers are our guests enjoying happy dreams.
With the hot air, blows anarchy and disorder;
And in that leaders swear by killing and gun powder,
No light is there to save this holy land,
In the hot sand wise man sad and alone stand,
Between the loved now razed hearth and houses,
Fear of death and destruction even in graves,
Pray to blessed hands, created and preserved as nation,
And gave proof to all that tricolor is still there with full passion.
Seeing this rot my face turned dry and pale,
And when eaten by guards, who else can ail?
My heart bleeds and legs refused to move away,
Saddened and sick, all my world and life turned to clay,
Seemed dark night on a sunny day,
And darkened my eye sight far away,
Then victor must we, when the cause is just;
To save our dear nation as divine thrust.
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
179
THE SECOND BEST
Roaring Jamuna is sad these days,
No dropp of water, even to shed tears;
On her drying bed and sad plight,
Humid and hot nights airing depression,
Scorching sun pouring heat,
Like the mouth of erupting volcano.
In the garden out, dry trees and withered leaves;
Looking each other for help and survival,
Even taps running dry,
Fans and bulbs dangling lifeless,
Only adding weight, on cracking ceiling;
And people running on the black road to hell.
Decaying offal of dead cows and bulls,
Breeding infinite torrents of flies,
Bringing eternal note of sadness in,
Surdass listened long ago on the bank of Jamuna,
Tulsidass heard it on the banks of calm Saryu,
Only butchers and rogues are fat and fet-tie.
Wild summers flew me back, twenty- five years;
To that charming dream again,
A sweet nymph mingled and tingled with me,
As a river mingles with sea,
And waves tingle with each other;
To usher a new joyful world.
Mountains kissing sky,
Winds from the paradise kiss,
The cheeks with a sweet passion,
To fulfill a law divine,
Every body has to embrace his dear one,
So why shouldn’t I, mingle with my sweet heart?
Birds mating with their lovers,
Sun rays rush to earth to kiss her,
Cool rays of moon kiss the oceans to mellow it,
She flowers tingle with he flowers,
For happiness and survival,
Why should she abhor mingling with me?
Day mingles with the nights,
To herald a beautiful dawn,
Star jingles with stars to create lusty milky way,
But morning glanced back,
And a cherished dream with lofty thought swept by,
Yearn again sweet but labored twenty and five years.
Do not know how these years passed by,
Since she showered happiness to my mast,
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Laugh my dear friend without vain,
Her figure paint a beautiful statue on the floor,
Blue eyes, soft hair, rosy cheeks, lovely lips;
With a smile, tells untiring spirit dwells.
Brooding over the fate of dying Jamuna,
And untimely dying youth, I cried;
O! Flirting and muddled youth,
Attired like joker Khans,
You should be honest at least to your self,
And never lost in false dreams.
As this world, which runs before us,
Seems so dreamy, progressive, fast,
Has neither beauty, nor joy,
Nor love for brothers, sisters and older,
Ruled by corrupt, hypocrite, bearded, white faces,
Delivering pain, suffering and destruction to the people.
FROM:
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
181
THEATRE OF SECULARISM
Tears, in short supply, for pundits,
Massacred, in the Death Valley.
But the coffins of Gujarat dead,
Rained with gold and silver.
Dead laughing in their graves at,
Absurd theater of secularism.
Debris of mosque Babri,
Reminding the deeds black,
Of diabolical killer Babar,
Poor breasts beaten red to subdue flesh.
No one mourns for the, ruins of temples,
Wrecked thousands, in the death kingdom.
Pundits were massacred,
In the paradise, so called,
With promises false, showered,
And nation moves on without passion.
Peace and unity of the nation destroyed,
By these ethnic cleanings, targeted.
Every time a reason secular is found,
To kill, abuse and rape of peace loving pundits.
Trend is followed everywhere,
Tolerance is taken as weakness.
Hacked the living and smiling,
Decked the nation with corpse and limbs, lifeless.
After a Friday gathering, in an election speech,
A jackal in white, hands folded, cries,
We stand united, with a great secular spirit,
For a quiet, tolerant, and biggest secular democracy.
By,
DR. Yogesh SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
182
TIME AND LIFE
Live like a baby, gliding and bubbling us,
Unaware of its past and future chime;
Always remain happy and makes us smile thus,
Remain loyal and ready to welcome new lime.
When flood comes, all things will die;
The fish will eat ants,
But when flood waters dry;
Fish will be eaten by ants.
Life clearly gives every chance to chime,
Life offers us outstanding devotion,
Just wait and watch for right time,
And live and enjoy every vocation.
When time does not understand your fragrance,
Just relax and experience your self,
As no body can feel your spirit and guidance,
And initiate new air for new glory and help.
God is there, hearing your prayer,
To cheer you and perfect your day,
To ease your passion and open new layer,
With hope, desires, bless your way.
Spoken words, wasted time lost in deep,
Past life, lost love, missed opportunity fly untold:
So think twice and act wise and don’t creep;
Life is full of cords, silver and gold.
Life is light and flexible and lessening strain,
It can be enjoyed, helpful, voiced, grows more tender,
Don’t cut it short, so to hurt the controlling brain;
Life is a musical instrument, can be played fore-gather.
Life does not wait to storms to pass and remember,
The cries, sitting by the mud of the past;
It teaches to dance in the storm and on ember,
That spirit maintains the-blood flow till the last.
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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TRUANT DAUGHTER IN LAW
Always play truant and abhors all in laws,
A knotty bride, slamming doors,
A perverse father’s tricky daughter,
Floats in muddy and shallow water.
Guided and guarded by,
Inhuman Taliban laws,
Branding man’s race,
As savage and subhuman.
Men in khaki and gown black,
Are suitors dear
But never gave respect to,
Her elder in laws.
Rude and twisted to caring in laws,
Direct from honeymoon cracked
Whips on these helpless fellows.
At school her report card noted as spoiled child.
Decked and jacked in false glitters,
Children she mothered,
Narrate tales awful and deadly,
Never taught children with milky hymns.
Children never impressed by her dear mother,
But never learnt to slam the door.
Her funeral was performed sacredly,
Mentioned her virtues in tone false.
But all and sundry present there,
Dwelled her vices in hushed detail,
She was a bandit queen,
In garb of bridal make up.
From:
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
184
TRUE LOVE
Love is a God’s gift pious,
It does not belong to us,
To unburden us of this holy debt,
Necessary to love other’s in fact.
True love expects nothing,
Only unconditional giving,
It causes distress unlimited,
If one expects love returned.
Love is a divine grace,
True love is like sun rays,
Pouring infinite warmth and pace,
Without any quota and race.
Love knows no enemies,
It is invincible and cures miseries,
As a river flowing infinitely,
Riding all the sins and dirt wisely.
It is here to bless saddened mankind only,
Lovelorn life is no life plainly,
But an alliance unholy,
Love rich life is a dream cherished fully.
FROM:
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
185
UNCHARTED LAND
It merits little for a patriot,
To live in this uneven land,
Ruled by biased laws,
Where people live and die,
Crying for free doles and free quotas.
I know not, what purpose I serve here?
Only listening high and empty talks,
Signify nothing or opposite,
Deep darkness, stark sadness, poverty,
Hungry and naked people.
Crude and rude rulers,
Worshiping divisive secularism
And racial social justice,
Adoring Islam and caste
And mocking nationalism and patriotism.
Seeing bloodbath, loot and destruction,
Devastating my dear nation,
My heavenly father asked,
To wake up and step into a world,
Where people are free of vices.
Where people breathe with hope,
Where knowledge opens mind,
Where revolutionaries sweep power corridors,
Where patriotism flows with heart beat,
Where honesty floods the society.
And people sacrifice unconditionally
And people celebrate festival of fulfillment,
And people are drowned in endless love,
Happiness, prosperity and grace of God,
And burn all the evil around and inside.
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
186
UNDER THE OPEN SKY
Sky as a roof and earth as carpet;
They move hamlet to hamlet.
See the shades of life and world,
Laboring and toiling through the day red.
They eat, drink and make way;
Unaware of next sunrise and ray,
Pain is no where in their voice,
All are dear to their clan and choice.
Character priceless as diamond bright,
Remain fresh and pure as rainy light.
Happiness is their song versatile,
Without yoga, meditation remains strong and agile.
Holy and honest mind make them healthy and wealthy,
Always one with creator in nights starry.
FROM:
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
187
UNHEARD VOICES
Sometimes sorry means,
It is not my fault,
It is yours’, accept it,
It would make me feel better,
As there must be some compulsions,
Behind this guilt
And wounded self get healed.
Sometimes OK means,
Don’t end the conversation,
I want to talk more,
Sometimes words fail to express emotions,
Some future manuscript of relationship is in veils,
Try to unveil it.
Sometimes take care means,
I am not well and need to be cared for,
Because faith is very deep,
But no strength to express,
And play on your orchestra of sensuous melody.
Sometimes not attending calls means,
Call me back; I need to be cared by you,
With something special with a caring resolve to harness.
Sometimes silence can be more expressive.
Sometimes thank you means,
You could have done it in a better way,
To land me safely with love
And a rolling stone can be stopped of shedding flood of tears.
Sometimes smile means more than tears,
Some times tears means load of cheers.
FROM:
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
188
VANISHED BROTHERS
My heart bleeds to see brothers vanished,
Who should be there with dreams and passions,
But lovers of terror, hate, and fanatism,
Reduced all the innocent souls to ash.
For centuries offering prayers with stained hands,
Soup of blood a dish daily to them
And not to let the pulse move of brother Sanatani,
Lover of peace, brotherhood and non-violence.
Paid with hatred, bloodbath and insult,
But brothers here in land of Sanatana Dharma,
Cry for bonds of love, peace and humanity
And a chance to live and forgive.
Oh God, don’t let,
Their dark world of hate, terror and fanatism,
To slaughter my brothers unseen, unknown and unlamented,
And a stone narrate the passerby, where there pyres were lit.
Oh mother earth, deliver your harsh justice,
As we are living in a crippled nation
And mind numbed and hands frozen,
With rotten principles of secularism and non-violence.
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
189
VEILED LIFE—LIFE OR CURSE
Beautiful, charming, innocent faces;
Step into a world, with all the dreams and laces:
Jumping and frolicking with all the graces,
Unaware of her doomsday and no joyous traces.
Attired in the decent robes,
Dre-amt of a life around the globe;
Pushed and kicked to a world without lobe,
Waiting and cursing the unending probe.
Auctioned and bartered like a sacrificing goat,
Pride injured, dreams shattered, praying death, nothing to gloat;
Sullen heart but artificial smile, boarded into a sinking boat:
Cursing the bidder and cursing the unframed God and life to rot.
Again kicked and decorated for a new bidder and new destination,
No cheer, no stamina but all filth and ugly deliberation;
Heartless, cruel world never cared for your culmination:
Clothed in gorgeous robes for another humiliation.
Forbidden by a book Holy to come out from the cruel veil,
Masked to hide the pain, whip mark and sad trail,
Life starts sinking deep in dark delusion with wrinkled frame;
Shattered, battered, tattered and nothing left to hail.
Chased always by clouds dark and no delight,
Heart filled with sorrow, pain and no fancy flight;
At constant war with barbarous race, preaching cruel height:
Danced to the cruel blows of a sect and lived in dark night.
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
190
VISION FLAWED
The king corrupt and people in anguish alone,
Without any crown and decoration on head,
Always with looks dry and spirit tired,
Haunted by peoples’ never ceasing moans.
For sins their, bleed people lone,
With hands vile, kiss people dead,
Gift garments stained with coal and blood,
And in their hand I see a hitting cone.
Kicking people, bending on their knees with flame,
At this plight people are only to blame,
I cried at my love who are these defame,
And she answered these thugs by name,
Secular first and second social justice,
And last with tears in eyes, strongest flawed justice.
FROM:
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
191
WANDERER
Born wanderer I am, leaving a world behind,
As much you have, I left to grind,
For this heartless cruel city, left heaven behind,
For a wired desire to create a new world,
Left the ancestral nest crying shedding tears of blood,
As if some sad star dropped.
Bracelet tied by a dear sister, now shattered,
All relationship left behind, tattered,
Chain of love given by a loving hand,
Is left behind for an illusionary band,
Warm meal cooked by mother, enthralled,
That love laden basket is forgotten behind.
A road crawling from Khurja to Delhi, jammed,
Left there all the relations wailing and rammed,
Difficult to believe but embraced,
My house, lane for false dreams, left behind,
Birds crying on my roof top but never stopped,
Praying, o shepherd return to this herd.
In this dark cave of hopes, morning shadowed,
Shree Sidheshwar and Mata temple, left behind,
Morning rays delivering miseries, joy concealed,
Dawn at Chatri Ghat, evenings of Manji Ghat, left behind,
All the festivals celebrated together, here uncrowned,
Left behind the burning pyres to wail in open ground.
Hugging people at vibrating banks, where I played,
Only haunted world is left behind,
Brought with us marriage album, ornamented
But holy Sehra is left behind,
A being breathing unplanned, lamented,
Between life and death a wanderer is left behind.
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
192
WASTELAND GREETINGS
Happy, happy New Year,
Hail to the alien notion and erase our own,
Very Happy Republic Day,
To thank a constitution for all pervading anarchy,
Very Happy Independence Day,
To remember centuries of slavery and no salvation.
Happy Valentine Day,
To thank clashing people and no love,
Happy Father’s Day and Happy Mother’s Day,
To dispatch them in old age orphanage,
Happy Children’s Day,
To plough them as child labor.
Happy Daughter’s Day,
For those who escaped murder in the womb,
Happy Husband’s Day,
Those escaped the terror of anti- dowry act,
Happy Wife’s Day,
For showering rich dowry.
Happy Friendship Day,
To forget the world of cut throat rivalry,
Salutations to Martyrs,
To signal the salutes about their number,
Very, Very Happy Birthday,
To deceive the floating world.
Very, Very Happy Dipawali,
To avoid the world covered in the shroud of darkness,
Happy and Merry Christmas,
To remember only black color in life,
Happy Id,
To inform the goat about their slaughter next time.
Very Happy Good Morning,
Very Happy Good Noon,
Very Happy Good evening,
Very Happy Good Night,
Very Happy 365 Days,
And run from the world of unhappiness.
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
193
WHAT A SHAME?
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
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
194
WHAT GOD WANTS?
What god wants and what we are giving Him?
Some give their hair to God,
Some grow their hair and put turban for God,
Some grow beard to please God,
Some observe month long fast in the name of God,
Some slaughter goat to offer God.
But does God really need them?
Some decorate God with all kind of flowers and colors,
Does this beautification make Him happy?
Does God really want this?
The most valuable thing that can be given to God…
TIME….I give it to my God.
Does God want you to think about Him?
Does God really want this?
Flour, gold, honey, zakat, alter submission…He wants them?
Man is still a learner in his nursery,
In the process of teaching man,
The numbers of hungry are increasing.
Think for a while for these hungry,
What God wants?
Flour…flowers…money…goat…fast….prayer….
No…Food to the hungry,
Because…that is what ….He expects from man.
More than-flour…flowers…money…goat…fast….prayer.
Make people smile,
He loves His children smiling,
Money… use to educate someone, help the needy,
Gold…support for the livelihood of a family, save someone’s life.
Time…give it to my children in old age home,
Waiting… for an affectionate time and talk.
Time …meet my children in orphanage,
Never make them feel orphan.
Are you able to understand what “I” want?
I hope this is the relationship between Me and My children,
Bless to pass in your nursery exams
And move to Kinder Garden.
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
195
WHERE ARE YOU?
On which planet have you gone?
Without you, I can also nowhere roam,
Floating without any base,
Dissolved with the wind, in vast space.
You are not a woman,
I am not a man,
Like leaf, flower, grass, water, soil,
Lost in each other and toil.
Made for each other,
As grass I smile and flutter,
Remembering the melodious sound,
Murmured by you centuries ago round.
Now this world is not ours,
Streets, home, lane, helmet, bower,
All changed or razed,
How beautiful you were there, unfazed.
Moon threw his naughty light on you,
It was the same wind which flew.
You hold your attire bright and new.
Memories thousands, in my heart, mew,
I felt you resting on your lids,
As dew rests on thirsty leaf, not to skid,
Fresh and sweet like spring pod.
Where have you vanished, beautiful creation of God?
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
196
WHERE IS MY SPACE?
You offered me an illusion,
But I know not your intention,
With your glittering reflections,
You cheated my passions.
Intoxicated by your beauty and wine,
But blood within was mine,
On your words I won’t sign,
I don’t want to resign.
You have done me no favor,
You are born rebel and robber,
You are a janus faced neighbor,
I don’t want to taste your flavor.
Deadly blizzard and gushes of storm,
I crashed on you but you care no norm,
Lost in your false world and won’t conform,
And lost and die forlorn.
Now you feign to offer me a share,
Behaving as you care but rare,
That now you came here,
It is deceptive glitter and flutter.
FROM:
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
197
WHITE QUEEN AND THE SLAVE KING
Two sick monarchs, one clown and a queen lone,
With no love for nation, but passion for crown round the head,
Always with plotting eyes and all greed;
Air wearied with men’s never ending moan.
For their deeds wrong, people has only to atone
Dreams in eyes devastated, with tears red;
Toiled with feet rugged on stones pointed;
Watching helplessly, moving on lifeless knees.
Seeing the plight, heart of the masses lit with flames;
I cried to trembling Bharat Mata, ’ who are these coned’?
With aching heart, knowing by name, she cried:
Sonia first, the second Rahul and last Man Mohan turbaned.
O! Pakistan, thanks to take Sania,
Pray again to take Man Mohan and Sonia.
FROM:
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
198
WHO STANDS FOR THE NATION?
Freezing and chilling the north winds are blowing,
Over the sad nation and heavy sky dripping,
One after another the black scams are floating,
Every heart this winter morning is crying and beating.
Leaders, in secular ring are merrily dancing.
Will this nation living or slowly dying?
Will the sad Yamuna cease to flow;
Will the chilling winds cease to blow;
Will the dark clouds cease to fleet;
Will the leaders’ loot cease to beat;
For all things must die,
Why this loot and unhealthy fry?
Perhaps joyous spring will never come any more.
Death waits at every door.
See! All our friends are ditching,
But they are wine and merrymaking.
We are lectured –we must honest and do,
But they are low, unmeasured low.
In the open they cheat and lie,
The happy lanes are sad and dry;
The sun rises with smile still,
No happiness with wind on the hill.
The joyous song of the bird
Shall no where be heard.
O, misery! Hark! 2G scam is calling
While I speak to ye, the Adarsh scam jaw is falling,
Commonwealth scam paling face, the strong limbs shivering;
Bank scam staining the blood boiling;
Dear to Sonia, Thomas, making the eyeballs twisting,
And blood thirsty, imperfect souls, saying good morning.
Times moves and goes the ringing bell;
Ye happy times and merry souls, farewell.
The old world, has a new birth,
As all men know with mirth,
So let the warm winds flow,
And the blue wave brighten the glow.
I, come not here your happy time to sadden,
A limping nation, leaning to gladden, -
Wishing you all grateful leaders with account cheerful,
And caring heart than look or word can tell,
In simplest phrase- these traitorous eyes are tearful-
Thanks, my friends, Brothers, Sisters, - Children, - and farewell!
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
199
WIFE- GODESS OF LOVE
Always in heart and mind,
And loved this poor urchin’s world.
Gave shoulder and hand,
In this long and arduous marshy land.
Enjoyed stars and moon in dark thunder,
Enjoyed together sweet life tune wonder.
Always around me every moment,
To echo the beauties of life with sweet rent.
The cold and dark rays of the world confused,
Will pass like a happy chorus infused.
And always hear this chorus with Lord,
Vestige of thoughtful volleys we had,
You should remember and not be sad,
And enjoy luck and good wish red.
FROM:
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
200
WISDOM
Be an artist when alone,
Be a king when in ruling tone,
Be a scientist when work best,
Be a saint when you care a guest,
Be in history when you finally rest.
In the pages of life,
Yesterday is out of bond and strife,
Tomorrow is unknown,
Today is in fry pan, so write the best tone,
In life book, eraser is by gone.
Don’t be disheartened on any fall and sigh,
Because only grounded leaves are blessed to fly high,
Negative element can be positive hints,
Like a negative print that can create unlimited positive prints.
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
201
WISH OF A DYING SOLDIER
He fights for the nation, cold to him:
Praying for a corner in his home land
That is for ever India. This is his dream
In that holy land, holy dust concealed:
A dust designed and shaped the nation,
Bloomed with passions of love, her message to grow,
But the pious body of my nation, polluted by ugly passion,
And destroyed by power hungry, secular blows.
Prays to God, to wipe evils away,
Flow the air of patriotism and gentleness
Deliver music and sights of happiness every day;
All the vices to flee virtue to love in saffron dress,
The dear and honest hearts can visit, safely driven:
I can lay at peace in an Indian Heaven,
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
202
WOMAN
O mighty creation of god but slighted,
Since the dawn of life,
You bear the insult and heavily suffered,
And carry spiritual light, glory of civilization and strife.
You light the muddled world off its plight,
Your wisdom dwells in the back to preserve its light,
Man in gloom, return to him,
For love and solace within.
The light given by the ceaseless fire,
Bore in silence to eclipse the mad ire.
Man of wisdom penned millions verse,
On this creator of grinding universe.
Remain pure and lighted to dazzle and glow,
In this unilluminated world you flow.
FROM:
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
203
WOMAN-MOTHER OF ALL CREATIONS
Women arrive as cute daughters,
Grow as sweet sisters,
Flourish as lovely lovers,
Bloom as darling wives,
And mature as adorable mothers.
Women are source of strength,
Deliver loads of cheers and health,
Liberate from all the woes and fetch mirth,
Embody, knowledge, power and wealth,
And they are the best healer on earth.
Women are treasure house to all the ideas and care,
They are tireless donors but no share,
They are river of humility here,
Source of peace, enlightenment and smile,
And they are the ambassador of God on earth dear.
Woman is an untapped phenomenon,
Maker of healthy and wealthy nation,
Offer a never ending premium,
Gloats with high powered connections,
Woman, you are a mother of all creations.
FROM:
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
204
WORD –WITHOUT MEANING
I do not want to live here,
Mind is senseless where.
We clash and die for light,
Darkness is there and no sight.
I want to run away from this world,
As every body is motionless and sad.
Mind wants to rest,
Where hearts are happily set,
Where ideas can take birth,
Where man can walk free with mirth.
I don’t want to live in delusion
Where soul and body are an illusion,
Where words are meaningless and without pod,
And we observe fast to please our creator God.
FROM:
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
205
WORLD IN WILDERNESS
World is a bunch of denied,
Frontiers trimmed, leaders thrilled,
Honest hacked, corrupt decked,
Killers hailed, warriors jailed,
Farmers killed, looters filled,
Knowledge whacked, rogues jacked.
Temples doomed, bars bloomed,
Intruders housed, brother doused,
Cows butchered, flesh racked,
Poetry exiled, porn rhymed,
Nature amputed, smog jotted,
Equality cursed, racism nursed,
Yogis branded, doggies revered,
World is nothing but sad end.
By: -
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
206
WORLD CRUCIFIED
No comforts but all tensions,
No love but all crucifixions,
No true near and dear but all contradictions,
No health and wealth but all depressions.
No respect and dignity but all vulgarizations,
No care of heart and hearth but all frustrations,
Better half golden eagle but married for decoration,
Battered and cursed in her world and no reputation.
Closets fragrance with roses but breaths in hibernation,
Floating and sinking aimlessly with all lamentations,
Looking at stars and moon but no consolation,
Hooked and cheated and rested in isolation.
Limbs shattered and life in recession,
For world it is a comic procession,
Heart bleeds like sacrificed goat but no salvation,
No ear to heart’s trepidations.
Oh benevolent God call me back without declaration,
Relieve me from this treacherous ornamentation,
Reincarnate me like Arjuna with mighty glorification,
No body can call me crippled God’s creation.
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
207
WORN TORN DELHI
June is the month cruelest,
River burnt out, parched land deadliest.
Dry leaves, writhing in pain,
Gleans from the faces drain.
On the barren ground, I stand lifeless,
Baked, cracked and waterless,
Legs, back, breath all worn out,
No spirit to raise heart torn out.
On the west bank of rotten Yamuna, pebbles,
Scattered high of bulldozed temples,
Garbage, filth, flies, never ending strife,
Wasted and lost in wild cries, dream and life.
Broken and jammed roads, miles and miles,
Youth trampled in boiling day and dusty files.
Million intruder, thousands beggars hungry,
Mad and wild for any penury.
Here pain is an endless passion,
Here joy is treason,
Here tears of agony fetch no healing,
Here powerful are corrupt and stealing,
Here decent man suffer most,
Here merit and enlightenment suffer worst,
Here faith of brotherhood ferry violence,
Here love is fixed for a price.
Hunger, thirst, pain, anguish,
On faces of worn torn Delhi languish,
Whites long ago vented it on majestic Thames bank,
Nation is known for high hullabaloo rank.
O! Delhi, sitting on inferno vile,
You must be fair to your rank and file,
This nation crowed up by you and your band,
As a happy and wealthy dreamland.
All but a false claim,
Where joy, love, light is in drain,
And people are here as in a dark land,
Wiped out by corrupt, ignorant and arrogant lords.
FROM:
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
208
WOUNDED CIVILIZATION
Once retorted Karl Marx,
Father of all disturbances and hoax,
Hindu history is nothing,
But the history of defeats and beatings.
Noble laureate Naipaul again thundered,
Hindu civilization a civilization wounded.
Noble laureate Amartya Sen mocked,
As Talkative Indians, do nothing.
On his much touted visit to Copenhagen,
Jairam Naresh cursed,
India deserves a Nobel Prize, as a nation dirtiest.
Twitter obsessed Tharoor again lamented,
Indian people’s class as cattle class.
Why she has a long history of beatings?
Why mother India is so dirty?
Why her children are so work shy?
Centuries of slavery and plunders,
Gulped them with deadly Masochism,
Loving oppression and abuse,
Embracing defeats and plunders,
Self respect and patriotism,
A dish distasteful to them,
Dictum of ugly and cruel west is,
Last sum of beauty and bold.
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
209
YFE—A CRUSADE
YFE is a Dharm Yudh, a long battle,
A battle of good against evil,
A battle of dharm against adharm,
A battle of life against death
A battle of hope against despair,
YFE is a battle of creation against destruction,
A battle of light against darkness,
A battle of knowledge against ignorance,
A battle of equality against inequality,
A battle of justice against injustice,
YFE is a battle of dignity against oppression.
It is a death bell and wish,
For the agents of,
Apartheid, racism, communal-ism and cast-ism.
YFE-Youth for Equality is an organization of youth and intellectuals,
fighting against caste and communal base reservation policy.
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
210
YOG GURU SWAMI RAMDEV
Great is the Yogi and around the world he preaches,
Only through yog magic he reposes,
Under the open sky and charming days,
More powerful than sun rays, he showers his ways.
The more we follow him, more we are cool;
And keep the body happy, healthy and fuel,
As the rivers mingles with the oceans,
His celestial sermons mix with sweet emotions.
The wise Yogi, saffron clad,
And through his hymns, make us glad;
By his magical vibes,
Make the toiling masses and world smile.
With his golden face and spirited voice around;
Enlightens all and sundry on the ground,
Throws a warm and blessing look,
And energies devotees’ inner most brook.
In the cities, in the villages;
With his penetrating presence, for all the ages;
To please the world and offer roses,
He is the life of the world, he goes.
FROM:
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma
211
YOU
Who are you?
Always on the screen of my mind,
Always in my feelings.
Your mere thought stirs me,
With an ecstatic and mysterious sensation,
Unique and pleasing.
Why I always think of you?
Your mere sight only,
Makes me happy and comfortable.
When I do not see you,
I feel depressed,
An unexpressed agony and irritation.
I fail to understand it,
Always teases me with sweet thoughts,
But always far away from my self.
And I am like a thirsty dear,
Dying in search of water,
In a cruel desert.
FROM:
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
Dr. Yogesh Sharma