Tale Of A Patriot Poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma

Our brave brother, like a vagabond cloud,
Travels on like a forgotten tribe,
Gulfed by slavery and sad pangs,
And oppressed by deadlier vices of socialist system,
Whose deep taint with slow poison,
Murders the brave soul and strong frame.

Back at home all honors and energy,
Consumed by courts, offices, babus;
Associations, society, NGOs;
In vain, ugly - mouthed sold media;
All lost in the mutual robbery,
And he is a slave to these disgraces.

Polluted by the black deeds of black kings,
Violating in the name of a rule books, battering brave lives,
Wealth and power as the only religion,
And writing on the wall, nation’s destruction;
Pretend wisely as service national and social,
Without any remorse chase their trade.

With falsehood and mockery of truth and bravery,
Their book of life is written, to break all oaths,
Forth from his dark and lonely dwelling-ghetto,
Pitiable sight! The owlet socialism;
Sailing on dark wings of penury in the noon,
Drops his tired –red lids, and hand holds them close.

Hooting at the glorious sun in Heaven,
Cries out, ` Was I fought for this? '
Nation, Nation, Nation; Mocking at my sacrifice;
Peace long preserved by saints and perilous temples,
Invaded in secular wars, we have loved;
To boost blood thirsty clans, passionate for blood!

Alas! For ages, people ignorant of all;
Its ghastlier wars, patriots faced;
Battle, or siege, or freezing snows or boiling deserts;
We, this whole people, have been ignorant;
For war and bloodshed; killing sports,
To which we talk as a thing happy and sport.

Spectators and not combatants! No guess;
Seeing silently of a wrong unfelt,
However dim and vague, too vague and dim;
To ignore a heart rattling cause; and forth,
And in the name of the God in Heaven,
We send our mandates for his certain death.