A Dying Nation Poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma

My nation was God's foundation,
Blessed to be founded in this universe,
We all know that's the truth,
Until I saw its devastated form,
A polluted, sick, dying nation.

Starved, dirty, hundreds of year old;
Deprived in all walks,
People only in skin and bone;
No food to nosh, no water to have;
Trapped alone in unproductive land.

Feeble eyes gaze straight,
Standing on legs more akin to carrots,
Intellectual power banging out,
Nerves stressed to flow tired blood,
Oh God! Nothing further I can add…

I am a patriot and my spirit is tough enough;
But cannot see the plight of my buddies,
To see the rest- an empire vulture,
Sitting close and staring eager to end hungry!
I cry! Save these souls, innocents!

Then I lifted my eyes to Heaven,
And with wavering lips I plead,
For an approval for the breathing,
And a pardon for the departed;
Let this never happen again!

And like a spirit of music, lowly whispered—
Lowly sung- came a resonance, chaste and divine;
And the blissful angel tongue smiled:
'Kick out the shame and sorrow, the misery and sin;
And the sunrise of every morrow, ill in peace be.