A blind tolled to me-
My religion - my faith
Differs from others-
I cannot make an image of God
For I know, no faces,
For I know no races,
Language of course I know,
There is no harm in this,
Just I been informed-
My name is Mr. X,
My faith -A puzzle,
All are fighting for the same,
To solve the puzzle—
With words-knife-muzzle,
But I am different- I am blind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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