It is a murder most foul <br />And most unkindest cut of all. <br />O love don’t slaughter me, <br />Even before I see the first ray <br />A ray of hope and life gay. <br /> <br />Killed even before I come to senses, <br />Womb to grave deep by those bloody hands, <br />Who brought me here, <br />Last laugh on my slaughter, <br />For world’ temptations it is all theater. <br /> <br />I am not a wild goose, hunted so ruthlessly. <br />Communist, socialist, secularist, <br />Left and right, <br />Hindu, Muslim, Sikh and cross, <br />All united in this dross. <br /> <br />No quota of caste, creed and religion, <br />All secular in this social justice, <br />A great national unity in this slaughter. <br />A creation of love and fragrance, <br />But reserved hate for this hidden star. <br /> <br />Thoughts vicious, process brutal, <br />To pick one and kill one, <br />Favorite for social liberation, <br />Pretend to opt the best, <br />But truly it is the worst. <br /> <br />A curse to our progress, <br />For jealous souls it is all theater, <br />Again parody of love, <br />Cheek to cheek and breast to breast, <br />Two pigeons in one nest. <br /> <br />Again theater of absurd, <br />And again I am a shuttle cock, <br />At the mercy of love dogs, <br />Life lost in silent cries, <br />O God! Save Oh! Save. <br /> <br /> <br />From: <br />DR. YOGESH SHARMA<br /><br />Dr. Yogesh Sharma<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/murder-in-the-womb/
