She goes inside the temple,
She prays in front,
I believe in GOD, outside the door.
She keeps her eyes closed,
And believes in mantras,
My belief doesn’t have those.
I keep my eyes open,
Yet I don’t see HIM on the throne,
She sees HER beyond her dreams.
I can feel,
I can sense,
But she saw.
She does religion,
I do my karma,
We are at “The other side of the Door”.
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