My name is religion! Once I had a great fame!
With due respect people often would take my name.
Every second, every minute people had a propensity,
And have had embraced me warmly into daily activity.
Hundred times in a day or more,
With devoted spirit and from heart's core.
I would gladly fulfill their cherished ambitions,
Having pleased they would offer me many oblations.
A peaceful atmosphere would prevail among them,
No religious intolerance would create any problem.
Man used to love man and have faith in mind,
And had a sympathy to creature of any kind.
I was so happy! My presence was felt in every heart,
Nobody had any malignity Or braggart.
Nowadays, my existence is in danger,
Upon my supremacy nobody does have a care.
In the name of caste, now religion is a game,
The idea of secularism is lost its unique frame.
The religion which means to hold, to accept,
It never permits to discard, to reject.
Once it was a land of plurality,
All were equal in opportunity and dignity.
Killing my originality, now breeds a new trade,
A pseudo religion raises its ugly head.
My heart bleeds in pain and suffers from pangs of neglect,
I need kind hearted sons of my land to have a religion offset.
Coreless devotion to religion does not suit my nature,
The language of religion must be free and fair.
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Sitting Under a Torn Umbrella
PoetryMan is for man - this is an old slogan today. It has lost its uniqueness for the cause of self-centred mentality. Now we cannot hear the chorus songs of unity. Rather the sound of cacophony always do disturb our hearing organ by imposing acute dispa...
