Bad breath sink into the pink of health
Unhygienic stink percolate skin deep
The preacher again frothy, foam in mouth
In effort to inject, venom as truth.
To exploit the simpletons, pointing
Fingers, calling out names, write
“Death of Gurus”
As if Gurus did claim immortality
Whispering into warped understandings.
Fake characters, the false teachers
Tumble down the hill while the Brahman, still
Much better engage, rather than
‘Blow their own trumpets’
Non interfering with
leaving the animals free
to pursue his, her own duty --
which does by no way mean
Karma, the moving word, the verb
Of our lives – daily, in Sanskrit.
Failing in linguistics does not impart rights
To scatter lies.
No wonder, the fragrance, ‘Truth’ comes direct
From Ishwar, Allah, Christ;
And not through bad breath which drives away
Those who come
in good faith to them; Into the arms of the
Gurus who meditate.
Yes, Christ who opted for ‘Samadhi’
Knew through his meditation but forgave the betrayal.
As if he could not have ‘Fled’ saving his life;
But chose the cross, ‘Died.’
On the crossroads of vice, mass ignorance, stubbornness.
Facts, good and evil exist
That we have to make the best, our real purpose --
Blame not dear friend, hatred dripping as sweat or plan offensives
Causing someone to feel upset, insulted, or annoyed.
Suggest a poem entitled, ‘Brahman’ by Tagore kindly read.
Misconceptions wipe out.
Why, The Three Wise Men Come From The East, forget? Dear Bible readers.
Please let’s learn the alien and the indigenous, terse!
My request to All Religion, Religious Holy Book Readers --
Knowledge and Humane Come First.