The vaital, spirit on the shoulders of King Vikram,
Telling the tales and going.
A fanatic, a conservative, a faithful and a mad man
Is he, Mr.Fanatic
And fanaticism the religion of his,
The blind faith
He goes on swearing and living by.
A theocrat, a man conservative and conventional,
Orthodox and religiously blind
He is to fact and reason,
Logic and cause and effect theory.
Her calls himself devout and religious, but is not,
A fanatic is he,
Cannot hold intra-faith meetings,
Cannot talk of spreading good feelings.
A theocrat, an autocrat, a conservative, religiously blind
Is he,
Mr.Fanatic,
Calling himself devout and faithful
But the faith itself missing from.
Religion is his opium and he taking
Ganja like a ganjeri, bhang like a bhangeri and daru like a darpiya
And his eyes red-red, which you cannot see and eye,
Talk with face-to-face
And he talking nonsense,
Without any knowledge of the Divine Scheme of Things,
Which you know not, I know not
But call we, we know it all.
The Creative Force is neither mine nor yours
And He will not call
Even call you
When you are on death bed,
Believe you, but not blindly.
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