What Vedantin says, world knows,
Voice heard above, "I am Brahman, rest illusion, "
"Caste cowardice, be fearless."
Vedanta lost in dreary sand,
Of dead habits, priests preside,
Provide religion, keep under thumb,
Chaos and killing prevail,
Spirit passed in dark days.
Ganges flow, at Haridvar, Kashi,
Brahmins chant mantra,
Not knowing meaning, senseless,
Sound resulting, priest pests.
Pests, sucked the blood of faith,
Got fattened by believers,
Make Vedantin great,
Leaving spirit in lurch.
Buddhism, light of Buddha
Went in oblivion, Buddha left,
Came Jains, spread non-violence,
Non injury in speech and action.
Down, they went in history,
Darkness to rest of world.
Again, Vedanta grew tender creeper,
Now in truth, says still I live.
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