You scrub your body again and again,
but give no care to the mind.
Clean the soul first within,
then take a dip in the Ganga’s tide.
Your words are sharp like thorns,
they strike with painful force.
Make them gentle like flowers first,
then let your speech take course.
What you try to cleanse with water
burns away in this very place.
If you truly wish to purify,
clean what never burns or fades.
You hide hatred deep inside,
wearing a devotee’s disguise.
Wash the dirt from your own heart,
and heaven will be yours to prize.
You chant the name of Ram all day,
yet spread gossip without care.
Tell me then, how can you hope
your boat will cross life’s snare?
6.32pm 20 Dec 2025
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