Mila na rasta koi manzilein tamam hai, ghar ghar Lal Kitabi baitha kalyug mein aam hai. Loot khasoot bhole bhalon ko kha rahe haraam hai, tauba tauba karoon main kahan baitha mera Ram hai.
Found no path, though destinations are many; a Lal Kitabi sitting in every house is common in Kali Yuga. Looting and extorting the innocent, they are eating forbidden wealth; I repent and wonder, where is my Lord Ram sitting?
This is a heartbreaking poem from Dr. Rishi Rohit Sharma, expressing his deep sorrow over the state of modern astrology.
In this Kali Yuga, everyone has bought a copy of Lal Kitab and declared themselves an expert ("ghar ghar Lal Kitabi"). But they do not have the spiritual purity required to understand it. Instead, they use it to scare innocent, desperate people and extort massive fees ("loot khasoot").
They are eating "haraam" (forbidden/sinful) wealth by selling fake remedies. Dr. Sharma weeps for the innocent clients who are being looted, wondering where God ("Ram") is in this dark age of commercial spirituality.