Kabir kranti ekta sangathan

18/02/2026

25/05/2025

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24/05/2025

💐💐💐 kabir # saint kabir # kabirpanth 💐💐💐

23/05/2025

Poem Title: The Untouched Flame

They whispered behind corners,
They schemed in the dark,
Trying to dim
An eternal spark.

They said
He was a weaver of rebellion, not wisdom.
They said
He mocked the gods, desecrated tradition.
They painted his truth as poison,
Called his love a threat,
Twisted his verses
With ink still wet.

They branded him liar,
A rogue with no root,
Because his truth
Made their silence mute.

They said he hated temples,
They said he spat on prayer,
But never asked why
He saw God everywhere.

He didn’t break the sacred he broke the shell,
Of blind ritual, of priestly spell.
They couldn’t bind him with names or caste,
So they slung their mud, but it didn’t last.

Because his flame was not of wax or wick,
Not swayed by hate or any trick.
It burned from love, from inner sight,
And lies can’t smother such fearless light.

You spoke his name to bring him low,
But see how high that name will go.
Through streets, through songs, across all time,
His truth outlives your every crime.

You said he was nothing.
Yet here we sing.
Kabir, the name
That outshines kings.

Kabir... Kabir... untouched flame...
Kabir kranti ekta sangathan

23/05/2025

Poem Title: Mud Can’t Stain the Sky

You tried to bury a voice,
But it became thunder.
You spat at the sky,
And expected it to fall.

They said— Kabir was a fraud.
A man of no faith, no God.
Born of none, loyal to none
A traitor to the caste,
A mocker of saints,
A breaker of laws written in rust.

He shattered your idols
Not with hate,
But with mirrors.
He showed the rot
Behind your gold.
He showed the soul
Behind your robes.

And oh—how you hated him for it.
So you told your tales,
Twisted his words,
Buried him in slander
And fed the earth lies.

But the roots grew.
And from the dirt rose dohas,
Verses like fireflies
That danced through centuries.

Mud can’t stain the sky.
Lies can’t chain the soul.
Say his name with venom
Still it rings whole.

Kabir.
Not washed, not broken, not gone.
Kabir.
The name your hate couldn’t drown.

He didn’t need your temples.
He became one.
He didn’t preach from scrolls.
He wrote stars with his mind.