Tattva

They say they respect everyone
They say their philosophy harbours pillars of love, peace and universal brotherhood
They say they do not want us to be like them
And that people become like them only out of their own interest

And all this I have found to be fibs
For they think..deep in their heart that
everyone other than them, will go to hell
They look upon us and call us infidels
They entice us to become like them by money,murder and any means available

They do not remember what they owe to our country,
They think the country is their enemy
They boldly slight it
And my people, are under a cloak of ignorance
Being peace loving my people will not do anything

They think that bombs and money
can make us like them
Through terror and financial prowess
They want to create slaves all over

My own people see all this
And turn a blind eye towards it
They are not concerned about
Country, culture and heritage
They are more worried about money and pleasures of the flesh

Why mother India, why?
Why are your sons and daughters so ungrateful to you?
You have given them everything
And they behave like spoilt brats
And they curse your holy soil

Oh Lord, if this is not the height of intolerance and injustice
What is? What is the way out of this terrible plight?
Why can’t a man do good things in his own way?
Why should he become like someone else?

And yet our people think
We are communal if we think about ourselves
And we are secular if we think only of them
Our people do not care for their brethren

And yet, after all this they say
Their philosophy stands for love, peace and universal brotherhood

Sharath Kumar is from Dallas, TX. He has written this poem describing the anguish of a thinking Hindu on how others are trying their best to convert Hindus.

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