Why do I bow my head?
When I hear the voice,
rising from the minarets,
My heart soaks, gets moist.
My forehead bears a mark of red.
Why do I try to get a glimpse?
While I pass by,
the holy book or the crucifix.
Why, when I know?
my lord is the supreme
the creator, the preserver & destroyer.
In this light the world does gleam.
Why it is more than curiosity?
I know the boundary is high,
I long to connect with them
and I stop, when I pass by.
When they all bless us with pliss
why are they all different?
There is a fence of barbed-wire
perhaps, because were wholly ignorant.
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