There is a interesting allegorical story of Puranjini in the Maha Bhagavatham. Once the king was bored of his palace living and went to hunt in the forest. To quench the emptiness in his soul, he indulged in a massacre in the forest. He killed many animals simply for the pleasure of killing. He killed Elephants, Tigers, Beaked Birds and reptiles, and left them wherever they fell.
Years later when it was his time of death, a chieftain of an invading army dragged the king across the same forest trail. His locks tied to the chariot, as Puranjani's body was scratched, bruised and his bones broken, he realized that death was not coming for him anytime soon. He prayed with great anxiety for death to relieve him of this trauma, but what happened next was a shocker. Out from the jungle came many a wild beasts and charged at him. The elephant gored him, the snake bit him and the birds chewed and clawed at him. His limbs were torn, his eyes gauged out, his flesh eaten into. But death would not come!!
My scriptures tells me that God exists not just for you and me, but for the downtrodden, the tortured, and the enslaved as well.
When Yogi Adityanath suddenly and out of the blue became the Chief Minister of Uttar Pradesh, I realized that he was not elected by the Puranjani's of the world, but by the Bovines.
The Cows of India have elected themselves a Yogi. Jai Gau Matha!