Ram Navmi

Poem By Dr. Yogesh Sharma

Happy Ram Navmi and prosperous nation,
But the birth of Rama and the birth of the new regime,
Not be easy to rejoice in the true spirit of peace,
Because of the evident conflict of two cultures.

One group flowers free thinking,
Believing in one nation, one equal uniform law,
The other group denies even basic equality rights,
To majority people with designed lies and reasons.

Its politics of separation is the upshot of the,
Organized bout of poison and hate;
Those have been pushed to the citizens,
Of the nation for decades even via schools.

Even today nation has discriminatory laws,
counting communal quotas, used to oust the majority.
Dividing laws produces divisive crops,
That spoils the peace and harmony of the nation.

The force and funds used to protect citizens,
Be used to improve the quality of life higher and Ram Temple.
Peace can come only through Ram Rajya.
It is the proper time to ask Purushottam, Lord of Peace:
To usher in a dawn of peace and harmony;
And protect the citizens from the jaw of devastation.

Comments about Ram Navmi

Yogesh, Jai Shri Rama, Ramaya Ramachandraya Rama bhjaraya beddhase, Raghunathaya nathaya sitaya pataye namah.


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