Only to please his deity,
He had performed rituals the entire night,
He had bath in the holy river of Ganga,
To get away from his misdemeanor.
He had drank only water on Tuesdays,
He had been vegan all her existence,
He had crowned the idol with so much gold,
He doesn’t distinguish between stone and idol.
He had yet done no good to any living spirit,
He spends a fortune on that lifeless stone,
Yet pay no heed to any toiling soul,
But still he hopes to find refuge in his deity.
His only karma is his act of admiring,
Not in the act of doing,
His wife and kids don’t pay heed to him,
Yet he is pride to be the only devotee of god.
One night in his sleep,
Came his dear god to him and said,
‘I am taking you with me but you won’t be on my ride,
You will toil in hell, for being such fraud,
You have not done any good to any living soul,
Instead you kept admiring me,
Oh fool! Cant you understand this is the job I assigned you off,
The best way to admire me is by doing the
Job in best possible way which I assigned you’
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