My name is religion! Once I had a great fame!

With due respect people often would take my name.

Every second, every minute people had a propensity,

And have had embraced me warmly into daily activity.

Hundred times in a day or more,

With devoted spirit and from heart's core.

I would gladly fulfill their cherished ambitions,

Having pleased they would offer me many oblations.

A peaceful atmosphere would prevail among them,

No religious intolerance would create any problem.

Man used to love man and have faith in mind,

And had a sympathy to creature of any kind.

I was so happy! My presence was felt in every heart,

Nobody had any malignity Or braggart.

Nowadays, my existence is in danger,

Upon my supremacy nobody does have a care.

In the name of caste, now religion is a game,

The idea of secularism is lost its unique frame.

The religion which means to hold, to accept,

It never permits to discard, to reject.

Once it was a land of plurality,

All were equal in opportunity and dignity.

Killing my originality, now breeds a new trade,

A pseudo religion raises its ugly head.

My heart bleeds in pain and suffers from pangs of neglect,

I need kind hearted sons of my land to have a religion offset.

Coreless devotion to religion does not suit my nature,

The language of religion must be free and fair.