There are so many dogmas of religion
People voice their opinion
And in books religion becomes their expression
But then what is it?
I wander as I sit
And ponder the essence of the belief
It is what I feel an undying faith in you and me
To feel the presence of eternity every where
The world would then be much fair
With its dealings
When we are true, honest and sincere in our feelings.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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