0 Captain! My Sick Captain! One failed inning you played, <br />The nation has faced all the odds, the reward pined is relayed. <br />The target was easy, fragmented mind, people crying, <br />The courtier taste the cream, nation is sad and dying. <br />I see the bleeding masses in tattered, <br />My crowned Captain feigning cold and dead. <br />0 Captain! My Sick Captain! Get up and see the toll, <br />Rise up to furl the flag and hear the call. <br />People offered you banquets and wreaths taming, <br />But crushing them by your misdeeds, you are turning. <br />Lost in burqa, pagri and quota race, <br />Never thinks of hunger, thirst and labor rage. <br />My Captain turning aside, his lips are pale and still, <br />My leader does not feel the pain, no face, no will. <br />Crown is placed safe and sound, target closed and won, <br />From divided nation, the victory touched with sweet run. <br />Listen sad cries and ring the bell right, <br />Don’t be afraid of Madam White. <br />Crippled on the red My Captain lies, <br />Fallen cold and dead he cries. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />FROM: <br />DR. YOGESH SHARMA<br /><br />Dr. Yogesh Sharma<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/o-captain-my-sick-captain/
