Secular traders do not discuss us, <br />No body marches for us with candles, <br />No page 3 blonde exhibits her curves, <br />As we are not the followers of Jihadi god. <br /> <br />Banished from our home and hearth, <br />With deep pain in moist and vacant eyes, <br />But as always we Indians mad in talk high, <br />And never cared to live with respect and dignity. <br /> <br />Booted and plundered out from our own paradise, <br />Founded by our own great sage Kashyap, <br />Feared by our own ancestry, respect and pride, <br />And discarded by our fellow brothers. <br /> <br />Abused as new- migrant, refugee, <br />In our own dear land, <br />With our own brothers and sisters, <br />In tattered tents and on rotten meal. <br /> <br />Made accustomed to live like animals, <br />With out pride, like an endangered tribe, <br />With the howling of secular Satans, <br />That great nation can’t be cowed down. <br /> <br />Yes we deserve to be lost, <br />As we can’t live with steel arm and might, <br />And live and die for false glory, <br />Where senseless values are plundered mercilessly. <br /> <br />FROM: <br />DR. YOGESH SHARMA<br /><br />Dr. Yogesh Sharma<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/paradise-sold/
