Paradise Sold Poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma

Secular traders do not discuss us,
No body marches for us with candles,
No page 3 blonde exhibits her curves,
As we are not the followers of Jihadi god.

Banished from our home and hearth,
With deep pain in moist and vacant eyes,
But as always we Indians mad in talk high,
And never cared to live with respect and dignity.

Booted and plundered out from our own paradise,
Founded by our own great sage Kashyap,
Feared by our own ancestry, respect and pride,
And discarded by our fellow brothers.

Abused as new- migrant, refugee,
In our own dear land,
With our own brothers and sisters,
In tattered tents and on rotten meal.

Made accustomed to live like animals,
With out pride, like an endangered tribe,
With the howling of secular Satans,
That great nation can’t be cowed down.

Yes we deserve to be lost,
As we can’t live with steel arm and might,
And live and die for false glory,
Where senseless values are plundered mercilessly.

FROM:
DR. YOGESH SHARMA