Dr. Yogesh Sharma
. 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. more »
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Dr. Yogesh Sharma Poems
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
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.
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,
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.
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,
Man lives with hope, And dies with hope, Hope is a thing, For all the wings.
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.
God created daughter, With special love and care. She is a precious treasure, Ushers in our life luck and flair.
Today, I want to ask myself What is it, that makes me weak? It is a monotonous day round Or the fear I abound,
It is said to be my life, Free to color and enjoy, As I cherish.
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,
We are in an oozing nation, Where acts foul, matter little, As others don’t act at all.
Blast here and blast there. Sadly blast everywhere Blood in the sky, blood in the air, Blood on the earth, blood in fair.
IN SEARCH OF INDIA
Where is my dear India? She is in hollow media! Kashmir is a Jihadi den,
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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 ...