'Melord Is An Honourable Man' Poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma

Friends, Indians, Hindus, hark! dark days ahead;
I come to cremate a be-headed dead,
A blameless soul, not to protect him.
The sin that humans perform lives after death;
The good is mostly burnt with the bones;
So let it be with the guiltless soul. The gracious MeLord
Hath blamed that comment from an arrogant woman:
If it were true, it was a dreadful burden,
And dreadfully hath blameless soul paid for it.
He was just performing his Karma,
And the brutal dagger guided by brutal ideology:
Gave him the most unkindest cuts.
Here, under umbrella of MeLord and others-
For Melords are honourable men;
So are they all, all honourable men-
But, honourable man should be above suspicion:
Just like the wife of Caesar.
Come I to mourn in, headless corpse's cremation.
He was neither my friend nor foe and just human to me;
But MeLord says the spokeswoman was arrogant;
And MeLord is an honourable man:
But, honourable man should be above suspicion:
Just like the wife of Caesar.
She has argued well in many a debates in Delhi
Whose reasons appreciated by all:
Did this in woman seem arrogance?
When one rogue mocks Lord Shiva, she replied from history;
Yet rogue was Pardoned and able woman castigated.
Arrogance should be made of mean stuff:
Yet MeLord says she was arrogant;
And MeLord is an honourable man:
But, honourable man should be above suspicion:
Just like the wife of Caesar.
You did see that in Delhi politics,
Many a times she fought elections honestly,
Where she could have misused power: was this arrogance?
Yet MeLord says she was arrogant;
And sure, MeLord is an honourable man:
But, honourable man should be above suspicion:
Just like the wife of Caesar.
I pen not to condemn what Melord spoke,
But here I am to pen what I feel right.
You all did like guiltless gentleman once, for his simplicity:
What fear stops you than, to mourn and speak for him?
O justice! thou reason swayed by violent ideology,
And justice has lost the reason. Stand with me;
My heart is in the in the funeral pyre with poor soul,
And I must wait till the killers and their ideology is wiped out.

(Based on William Shakespeare's Julius Caesar, speech by Marc Anthony)