Ode To Hinduism Poem by Cynthia Yildirim

I
Old ancient religion
India your home
Brahman the universal spirit
Beckons you
II
The third eye watches
Your trip to the sacred Ganges River
To purify your body
As well as your mind
III
The yogis and gurus sit
They are focused and wise
Om they repeat like endless chatter
Om, Om, Om, Om, Om, Om
They arrive they are settled
In a higher plane of conscience
IV
They see Prince Rama rescue Sita
Kidnapped by Ravana
They bow and pray
How peaceful they seem
Their inner turmoil unseen
V
In the great temples pupils sitting
Reading the Manu Smith and Vedas
They learn their social laws
In the cities the caste system lost
At not a huge cost
All must have a chance
To be what they will
Not what others say they should
It is only good
May Uma bless you
The way she will
And keep you forever still