We offer floral tribute,
we lie too.
Let's believe in the religion of reality-
truthfulness is the highest tribute.
Practice is more important than rituals and beliefs.
Let's not pluck flowers of garden-
beauty of garden will shatter.
Let's not pluck flowers of our hearts-
purity of heart will get muddy.
Purity is beauty, beauty is purity.
Impurity is mud, lie resides within mud.
To offer tribute will be our heartbeat, not our duty.
Let our hearts be full of flowers, not our hands.
Let's make the Almighty smile, not laugh at us.
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A powerful and perceptive poem. " Truthfulness is the highest tribute." I concur with your honest thought. A well conveyed write.