Mother Cow And The Secular Republic Poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma

A beautiful cow- writhing for water;
I rushed to fetch some and cursing her tormentor,
Picked a bucket and for a fountain, I rushed;
And I collected some dripping from the rocks parched.

Her pained balls- roving around for some drops;
But gushing- I could see no crops;
The vision of exasperating Mother Cow,
Seeing water, parched nation and raving crows.

The pain- she was dead, water was not in her fate,
I did fetch water for her, but too late;
But it was not her fault,
Then who is to blame for this jolt?

Alas! Mother Cow has to die for water and space;
As we live in a secular, socialist republic, with an ugly face.




FROM:
DR. YOGESH SHARMA