India Poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma

India, my dear land,
A love whispers in every body’s ear—
It is time to understand
My nation must be first now, dear.

You have plundered her with some rot, of late.
Those have ruined the holy state,
In sad waters vultures chose to navigate.

The leaders all masters and ruler,
Whose leadership cures no more,
Now have no merit nor energy for,
The glory that is all lost of yours.

It seems now she walks on crutch,
She stands alone, all have voted “much”—
Loot and rob and pound as such.

In these tough times, all lose the trust,
And pay for gold and gets the dust,
Our man, our pleasures, our all we have,
Are lost forever, as in dark and silent grave.

But we have Ram and Krishna, to clear our ways,
Scare away the marshy earth and our dark days;
And from this grave, this dust, God shall brighten our rays.