BEWARE OF FAKE RAM DEVOTEES: LIMERICKS


 BEWARE OF FAKE RAM DEVOTEES: BAGULA BHAGAT LIMERICKS

A devotee-like, loud in street,
Claimed Ram justified all his conceit.
With anger and rage,
He sullied the sage,
For selfish gains, Ram he did cheat.


Fake-devotee, masked in facade,
Betrays Ram's true path, 'tis sad.
Ditch ritual's show,
Let virtues grow,
Be Ram, with integrity clad.


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