Forget Me Not-Dmini Poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma

O my countrymen! I am going to my creator;
You could not keep me but mauled me;
I will ask my creator, why he hurled me down?
Silence and suffering are wisdom, I remain silent then,
And asks no kiss; but was attacked all at once.

This nation is not worth living: let me go;
O Man! Love my tender age;
Tender was my voice, so fair my face,
So sweet, gleaming my eyes behind my tears;
So sweet was my song that was once heard.

I was ripped open, and pearls were split;
Lost every thing but it was a game for all,
My dream of Fame while a girl wakes to love,
Yes! Love, though Love became grossest lust,
But shall it? Answer, answer, no.

I came here to wake a sleeping race,
I may not be here but not disregard my shrill,
Never nap again until land is safe for daughters,
My shrill is piercing and clear,
My daily wonder is love all.

A maid so soft, so white, so brilliant,
All said, a light came with her when she moved:
But ay—so that fate and craft and folly close;
She paused, she turned, and she hung her head,
The snakes pulled her, the tress and cried.

And the dark wood grew darker and a storm;
In silence, while her shrills slowly lost,
Face hidden, as the utmost grief and shame;
To sleek her ruffled peace and honor in vain;
At last she lost and let her be lost for ever.

There while she cried, lying on her back;
The red tears crept from her boiled eyes,
The cruel breeze fogged her cries,
Her arms upon her breast across,
A virtuous woman deeply wronged.