Oh tireless wanderer, <br />Not a happy and lucky one, <br />But a sad and helpless fugitive. <br />On a never ending chase, <br />For a nest and honor, <br />In this cruel world. <br />At the mercy of <br />Power hungry heartless leaders. <br />Shuttling like a cock, <br />Compelled to leave, <br />Dear and near ones. <br />Are you a shadow or a real being. <br />Alas! Thy progenitors passed away, <br />But denied to have a <br />Last glimpse of their coffins, <br />Blood thirsty Islamists, <br />Ready to sacrifice thou, <br />Like a bleating goat. <br />Perhaps, only the death, <br />Can relive thou of, <br />All the wounds and sufferings, <br />Inflicted upon, by fellow Islamists. <br />Oh the gypsy author, <br />Renounce this red world of hatred, <br />And embrace the world of love and brotherhood, <br />Faith of thy fore fathers, <br />And return to thy roots, dear Taslima, <br />And reincarnate into the mystical world of <br />Brahma, Vishnu and Mahesh. <br /> <br /> <br />From: <br />DR. Yogesh SHARMA<br /><br />Dr. Yogesh Sharma<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/haunted-authoress/
