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Bad breath sinks into the pink of health

Unhygienic stink percolate skin deep

Beneath

The preacher again frothy, foam in mouth

In an effort to inject, venom as truth

Use words

To exploit the simpletons, pointing

Fingers, calling out names, write

About

"Death of Gurus"

As if, Gurus did claim immortality

Whispering into warped understandings

Fake characters, the false teachers

Tumble down the hill while the Brahman, still

Meditate

Much better engage, rather than

"Blowing own trumpets."

None interfering with

Elephants;

Leaving the animals free

To pursue his, her own duty --

"Karma"

Does by no way mean

"Retaliatory"

Karma, the moving word, the verb

Of our lives -- daily, in Sanskrit

Failing in linguistics does not impart rights

To scatter lies.

No wonder, the fragrance, "Truth" comes direct

From Iswar, Allah, Christ;

And not through bad breath which drive away

Those who come

In good faith to them; into the arms of the

Gurus who meditate

Yes, Christ who opted for "Samadhi"

Knew through his meditation but forgave the betrayal.

As if, he could not have "Fled" saving his own life

But chose the cross "Died."

On the crossroads of vice, mass ignorance, stubbornness

Facts, good and evil exist

That we have to make the best, our real purpose --

Blame not dear friend, hatred dripping as sweat or plan offensives

Causing someone to feel upset, insulted, or annoyed

Suggest a poem entitled "Brahman" by Tagore, kindly read.

Misconceptions wipe out.

Why, The Three Wise Men Come from the East, forget? Dear Bible readers

Please let us learn the alien and the indigenous, terse!

An earnest request to All Religion, Religious Holy Book Readers --

Knowledge and Humane come first.