Here it stands, my cherished brain child.
It took me more than a decade to build.
A single house for worshipping God
By people of all the faiths in the world.
Call it by any name you please.
I do call it “the worship place”.
For entry, every religion has a door
For exit, use the door that isn’t far.
Inside it there is only one common religion.
Seating is mixed. The worship book is common!
The worshiped deity is the supreme God.
All His known names I’ve displayed on a board.
He’s self-born, infinite, omniscient, creator,
Sustainer, merciful, provider and destroyer.
His attributes and praises are chanted in the worship.
The worship book doesn’t have scholastic showmanship.
Worshipers vow to God to lead a noble life
True to God’s purpose, causing others no strife.
At the altar people slough their evil character
Like: cruelty, bitterness, violence and anger,
Diverse kinds of hatred, treachery, terrorism,
Disloyalty, brigandage, adultery, rowdyism,
Vilification, jealousy and oppression of the poor;
And promise that these traits they are shedding for ever.
Worshipers do carry home humility, patience,
And a firm resolve to live in peace with neighbours.
They swear that other people’s rights they’ll respect
And their tongues and hands they’ll use in discreet.
Towards the end the worshipers thank and praise God
For the great gift of life in this beautiful world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem