Godman Or Fraudman?

Religion may be the opium of the masses, but is anyone brave enough to arrest the drug peddlers?

I have not studied beyond class four,

But people flock to me in lakhs and crores.

I do not know Sanskrit or the meaning of my mantras,

But when I open my mouth, everyone is entranced.

I put on saffron robes and an austere appearance,

But no one dares to check my bank balance.

I preach the virtues of Yoga and meditation,

But I am facing charges for rape and molestation.

I enjoin my devotees to abjure violence,

But I silence my critics with my influence.

I entreat people to have faith in devotion,

But I practice black magic and propagate superstition.

I clothe my mystical teachings in spiritual lingo,

But it is all unscientific and mere mumbo-jumbo.

I claim that I can cure every ailment or evil,

But in the process several lives I imperil.

I instill hope in the hearts of the dregs as well as elite, 

But I indirectly prevent them from standing on their own feet.

I am the savior of those on whom befalls misfortune,

But I milk their credulity and make them dance to my tunes.

 

I am a man of God on whose mercy I am living,

But the upcoming elections I am contesting.

I thank my stars that I am in a country

Where the Gods may be crying, but Godmen make merry.