Down flows the sad Jamuna braving all
The mayhem and amok drove a red line.
In the heartless dry, fast running city,
The wisest among the crowd shouted,
Lord Shiva! Save us, have mercy.
Everybody was a ruler here
But not a single master.
With eyes and ears closed,
Here, each is left to himself,
With a wounded heart.
The one who saw the living death,
On the wheels ran away
But the rest dead or crippled,
Deaf or dumb for rest of life
And could shed tears of blood.
On this frontier of freedom and freewill,
The blind declare themselves as masters,
Where people run barefoot
And shoes on their head,
Lost in self praise, self interest and suspicion.
Darkness of mind cannot go,
Even mighty Jamuna is helpless
And cannot wash your sins,
A red line is run amok,
And city has become a living graveyard.
By: –
Dr. YOGESH SHARMA
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