June is the month cruelest, <br />River burnt out, parched land deadliest. <br />Dry leaves, writhing in pain, <br />Gleans from the faces drain. <br /> <br />On the barren ground, I stand lifeless, <br />Baked, cracked and waterless, <br />Legs, back, breath all worn out, <br />No spirit to raise heart torn out. <br /> <br />On the west bank of rotten Yamuna, pebbles, <br />Scattered high of bulldozed temples, <br />Garbage, filth, flies, never ending strife, <br />Wasted and lost in wild cries, dream and life. <br /> <br />Broken and jammed roads, miles and miles, <br />Youth trampled in boiling day and dusty files. <br />Million intruder, thousands beggars hungry, <br />Mad and wild for any penury. <br /> <br />Here pain is an endless passion, <br />Here joy is treason, <br />Here tears of agony fetch no healing, <br />Here powerful are corrupt and stealing, <br /> <br />Here decent man suffer most, <br />Here merit and enlightenment suffer worst, <br />Here faith of brotherhood ferry violence, <br />Here love is fixed for a price. <br /> <br />Hunger, thirst, pain, anguish, <br />On faces of worn torn Delhi languish, <br />Whites long ago vented it on majestic Thames bank, <br />Nation is known for high hullabaloo rank. <br /> <br />O! Delhi, sitting on inferno vile, <br />You must be fair to your rank and file, <br />This nation crowed up by you and your band, <br />As a happy and wealthy dreamland. <br /> <br />All but a false claim, <br />Where joy, love, light is in drain, <br />And people are here as in a dark land, <br />Wiped out by corrupt, ignorant and arrogant lords. <br />FROM: <br />DR. YOGESH SHARMA<br /><br />Dr. Yogesh Sharma<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/worn-torn-delhi/
