O people of Kalyug, what path is this you roam?Sacred name on your lips, yet poison in your home.Bhola’s herbs you offer high, then take it for your greed,A ritual covered in shadow, not a pure or holy deed.
You gather friends in smoky rings, lose yourself in fading haze,Forget the Gyan you claim to love, forget the truth of ancient ways.Temples stand abandoned while excuses fill your tongue,No chants of Bhagwat Gita, no Ramayana ever sung.
Tilak done upon the brow, but hollow sits the heart,Faiths become performance, devotion just an art.Words of Dharma flow like silk, but actions break apart,A show of righteousness outside, hypocrisy at the start.
You stare at women on the streets and let your desires freely roam,But you call them “mother” in the shrine beneath the temple dome.You lock your sisters in their rooms but chase the night for thrill and greed,Your rules apply to everyone except your own misdeeds.
When sorrow enters at your door, you cry as if betrayed,But when a helpless creature cries, compassion’s never displayed.You brag of being protectors when the holy cattle feed,Yet butcher and kill other animals without a pause or heed.
A Ravan made out of paper burns whenever festivals bloom,But the Ravan in your heart laughs loud and calls your body home.One insult breaks your silence, your temper cracks with speed,But first you throw your venom out, the first to harm and bleed.
Kalyug grows with every act you plant and cultivate,Each harmful seed you scatter makes injustice resonate.Women fall and rights collapse because of every deed,By hands that pray at dawn but strike in darkness when they lead.
Want to see the culprit now? No one must be combed,Just face the mirror’s bitter truth, where all your sins have bloomed.Behind the holy speeches where your hollow words mislead,Lies the face you fear the most, the one you never want to heed.
You sacrifice in Kali’s name as though it earns you grace,Yet eat the same poor creature’s flesh without a shameful trace.You pollute the sacred rivers where your forefathers would plead,Then carry drops of Ganga home pretending you are freed.
Smoke offered up to Shiva becomes polluted trace,Blood offered up to Kali Maa defiles her sacred place.Liquor poured for Bhairav turns devotion into greed,You boast Sanatan’s glory till you break its noble creed.
But Sanatan is compassion where pure intentions roam,Where every female walks respected, safe in every home.Where kindness rules the heart and every living soul is freed,Where not a single creature dies for hunger or for greed.
But look around, the modern world where morals drift and fade,Where cruelty becomes a feast and empathy decayed.Wake up! O people of Kalyug, let the conscience take the lead,Change the world by changing you and plant a brighter seed.
Why wait for Krishna’s avatar to walk this broken land?Rise together, build again with your own heart and hand.A world where life is honoured and love replaces greed,Where every human breathes in truth and humanity takes the lead.Guys this is a poem written by me , i hope u felt happy while reading it , thanks...