The Pilgrims Poem by Mohamed Mustapha

When the season's ripe and the means are met,
On answering a mighty call their hearts are set.
From every corner, north, east, south and west ends,
Conscious folks journey to the holy land.

With hearts enriched and full of vigor,
Feet firmly planted and applying so much rigor,
In the millions they assemble as a unified force,
Charging forward remaining steadfast on course.

Sharing a common creed and belonging to but one human race,
They cirmcumambulate their lord's house glorifying and exalting his praise.
They go desperately desiring his mercy and ultimate pleasure,
Acknowledging how he gives in abundance without measure.

For undertaking and fulfilling such a major duty,
No doubt they shall have great deal a share of his bounties.
Even when they come up short, so long they give unto fellow man his due right,
He's promised to admit them into his paradise and delight.

They are: 'THE PILGRIMS'