Love Wronged Poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma

Born to a hemlock addict tyrant, with a cruel heart,
That thyself was a creation of a magical, inhuman face;
Mysterious, unknown and hidden act but declared divine,
And remained a secret from human race.

Always nursed hatred for his own brothers,
Usurp the crown, slaughtering them brutally,
His heart was like a furnace sealed,
And his heart and mind were a hungry gorge.

Plotted to kill his friend dear,
And snatched his beautiful wife Mumtaz Mahal,
Married her, with hands smeared;
With the hot blood of her butchered husband.

Made Mumtaz Mahal pregnant for fourteen times,
During their sixteen unholy years of wedlock;
Were sixteen years of conjugal life, ask I:
Every ringlet, terribly shaken, ran itself in love thread?

Inexcusable sins did him commit,
Razed a temple holy to erect,
A mausoleum in her wild memory,
In violation of the law secular and divine.

Again re-married the younger sister,
Of departed wife Mumtaz Mahal,
Blood thirsty Shah Jahan again killed her husband,
To marry her, but an act of utter damnation.

Debase was in incestuous relationship,
With his own dear daughters,
And burnt their suitors in furnace,
Was the despot a lofty lover?

Truly diabolical killer he was’
Secular bulls canonized the mausoleum,
As the symbol of love;
But truly was it a blasphemy and inhuman.

For the baseness of his nature,
Have strength to throw him down,
'Sisters and brothers, little Maids beware?
There lies the sinner in his grave with all the curses.

'Love words are unmatched to the tyrant, '
I said, and wondering looked at the world:
'It is the dead unhappy sight, and I must hurry God for peace,
For protection and to save the love from the curse buried.'