Caste Or Curse ?

By Rathod Hetalba Vijayrajsinh (Janakba)

One day,

The Almighty envisioned

The shadow of ‘Tolerance’

and manifested the vision;

As he had a thought

With the pure sight,

Merciful soul,

With the pleasant insight;

The he begun,

The miraculous creation;

As he gifted it with virtuous core,

By bounded it with chain of just

And named it a ‘Human’;

After the promise,

‘He’ stepped into the world,

Without the name Ram or Rahim,

Not even carried any caste or creed;

But, as ‘He’ entered, he got blindness,

As it was the world of religion,

Which was burning in the war of harshness,

And was filled with the exodus of refugee;

Where stones were preserved,

Knief was superior,

And colour separated the earth in two shades,

One was green and another saffron;

Seeking salvation of lives ?

But there was no place to hide !

As it was the world of religion,

As it was the world of religion.

By Rathod Hetalba Vijayrajsinh (Janakba)