I worship
with full submission of my soul
with firm faith folding and spreading both hands
bowing before the Almighty
who created all, gives daily's bread
fulfills all needs
I seek His symapthy in my daily's
so i worship like all worship
with the same reason
with same manner
folding and spreading both hands.,
bowing with full submission of soul
Then, why they quarrel each other
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I think everyone must worship with stretched arms. Then quarrels may disappear. Nice poem. Thank you.