Pillars carry the roof.
The roof keeps them erect.
Pillars are happy
That they are connected,
Not minding their labour.
Followers are pillars.
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I would like to translate this poem
Yes, I agree with you and most of the time they are the reason for the collapse of the roof. I am the follower of the the truth and I will not let my roof to fall down and I will strive hard to get other followers to stand on my place, as someone had replaced me for his/ her position. thought provoking poem!