The Second Best Poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma

Roaring Jamuna is sad these days,
No dropp of water, even to shed tears;
On her drying bed and sad plight,
Humid and hot nights airing depression,
Scorching sun pouring heat,
Like the mouth of erupting volcano.

In the garden out, dry trees and withered leaves;
Looking each other for help and survival,
Even taps running dry,
Fans and bulbs dangling lifeless,
Only adding weight, on cracking ceiling;
And people running on the black road to hell.

Decaying offal of dead cows and bulls,
Breeding infinite torrents of flies,
Bringing eternal note of sadness in,
Surdass listened long ago on the bank of Jamuna,
Tulsidass heard it on the banks of calm Saryu,
Only butchers and rogues are fat and fet-tie.

Wild summers flew me back, twenty- five years;
To that charming dream again,
A sweet nymph mingled and tingled with me,
As a river mingles with sea,
And waves tingle with each other;
To usher a new joyful world.

Mountains kissing sky,
Winds from the paradise kiss,
The cheeks with a sweet passion,
To fulfill a law divine,
Every body has to embrace his dear one,
So why shouldn’t I, mingle with my sweet heart?

Birds mating with their lovers,
Sun rays rush to earth to kiss her,
Cool rays of moon kiss the oceans to mellow it,
She flowers tingle with he flowers,
For happiness and survival,
Why should she abhor mingling with me?


Day mingles with the nights,
To herald a beautiful dawn,
Star jingles with stars to create lusty milky way,
But morning glanced back,
And a cherished dream with lofty thought swept by,
Yearn again sweet but labored twenty and five years.

Do not know how these years passed by,
Since she showered happiness to my mast,
Laugh my dear friend without vain,
Her figure paint a beautiful statue on the floor,
Blue eyes, soft hair, rosy cheeks, lovely lips;
With a smile, tells untiring spirit dwells.

Brooding over the fate of dying Jamuna,
And untimely dying youth, I cried;
O! Flirting and muddled youth,
Attired like joker Khans,
You should be honest at least to your self,
And never lost in false dreams.

As this world, which runs before us,
Seems so dreamy, progressive, fast,
Has neither beauty, nor joy,
Nor love for brothers, sisters and older,
Ruled by corrupt, hypocrite, bearded, white faces,
Delivering pain, suffering and destruction to the people.


FROM:
DR. YOGESH SHARMA