Do Not Take This Road Poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma

A road entrees into a concrete wood,
Be cautious to travel alone and forth,
And lone explorer, feared I stood
And stared round as far as I could
To somewhere it lost in the dark growth;

I moved, thinking to be kind and fair,
But unknown to the real game gain,
Because it was clean and sought no gear,
Still as for that the pacing by there
Has scared me truly about my name.

And on that night I horribly lay
And crushed leaves and I turned black.
Oh, I prayed for my life and new day!
Shocked to see no help on to way
And doubted self, should ever be back.

I shall be yelling with heavy sigh a nigh
Never felt so timid and so low,
That road leads to slayers' herem, and I,
For there waiting some six, stand by,
And all took their turn minus shame flow.


'None stopped, but I suffered much, an orphan maid!
Trampling a creature that was a game,
On that wild road, deep I was ploughed,
Were they men created by the love of God?
For killing a flower, for pleasures own.