I offer this heartfelt poem at the lotus feet of Ram Lalla in celebration of the historic inauguration of the Ram Janmabhoomi Mandir in Ayodhya, India.

In silent solace, tears gently glide,
Hindus seek healing, in the ambient tide.
Yet in this moment of tender connection,
No allies of the oppressed share in the reflection.

Bhagwan Ram, in his divine quest,
Reached out to rivers in the east and west.
He summoned waters for a sacred rite,
Yet, where are the tears of empathy for our plight?

The Yoga Beckys, with their borrowed lore,
Speak of blocked “shakras,” traumas and more.
But in the face of our transgenerational woe,
We stand alone— our silent tears flow.

Voices that preach Truth and Reconciliation,
Fall silent when it comes to our situation.
Their absence in our indigenous reclamation,
Leaves us bearing sorrow’s duration.

Where are the allies for the oppressed sighs?
The lovers of lore under the ancient skies?
Yet, with hearts both vast and wise,
‘Vasudhaiva Kutumbakam’ remains our cry.

We embrace the world under the same expansive skies,
Aware that our open, hopeful eyes,
May gaze upon a horizon that seldom replies,
In our untold stories, our strength forever lies.

Rishabh Sarswat

President, CoHNA Canada