Nation Without Passion
Thy own cherished laws hast spoiled thy nation,
All the books piping the masses to degeneration,
As the pain deadliest, emerged from the ocean;
Men venomous, dropping on the holy land and occasion,
And has made every roaring river vile creation.
As all have out borne the ages in drain,
The reapers pull their yoke in pain,
Lost his sweat and lost his green in lane,
And rotted before his youth gleam and gain,
Where living cry for spring cheers and rain.
No night joy with moon and stars found,
Hath cry in anger and lash the wind,
Misery and disease go round,
Through the deadly head bound,
And mourn the season’s disaster hound.
Chiding autumn, crude winter, fiery summer glide,
Left the liveries and lives to chide;
And we helplessly see the horrific sins ride;
Racism and quota has weakened the pride,
Nation’s disintegration is on history pages wide.
FROM:
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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