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 Temple – not an abode of God

Idol – only a piece made by man

To see his reflection in ruse of worship

The Powerful can see power

The Rich can see riches

Poor see poverty

The more one donates, the more he gets

The more one pleads and cries, Grief is all he gets

Rich can sit in front of the Lord

Others will queue in

The rest will scramble for the leftovers



Rich need the temples

To keep the poor content with poverty

Ain’t we a poor country of rich people?

Or are we a rich country of poor people!

Questions lay unanswered, Treasures lie hidden

The Hungry stay naked in open.

Some fast for glory, many die of hunger

This is the order of the day, dear folks

The powerful are the Brahmins

The rich are the Vaishyas

The middle class are the Kshatriyas

To defend or aspire for power or riches

The rest are the Shudras

                                               based on the Varna system in India and the new order
                                               ... Suresh M Iyer

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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