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