He is Listening
I fold my hands every day,
To bring the light along my way,
I pray to him to give me strength,
To mingle away the life length,
To my wonder he has lot of patience,
He listens to all the stations,
He looks around with eyes open,
Makes sure no road is broken,
We all are judged as he looks around,
He is not found in temples and shrine bonds,
These are just the bribe centres,
Where the god never enters,
He resides in our hearts,
Never judge things in parts,
Rise above your religion,
It’s a kind of superstition
With our death, our
soul departs,
It takes away memory
of past,
We meet the soul
source,
Where there is not
religion in force,
I fold my hands every day,
To bring the light along my way,
I pray to him to give me strength,
To mingle away the life length.
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