O WORSHIPERS OF GOD~by Nakshatra Singh

 

 

O WORSHIPERS OF GOD

O worshipers of Gods,
Enough swords made,
Enough poison spread,
You must be tired now,
Come, relax under the tree.
O worshipers of gods,
Listen the songs of birds,
On same branch they perch,
Different their songs seem,
But they sing the same,
Those songs of life.
O worshipers of gods,
Get up now and move on,
Much work to be done,
Break the high walls of hatred,
Plant a rose in your yard,
On the branch of fragrance,
Soon shall be sung the songs,
Of life, of love, of us all.
O worshipers of gods,
Be lazy not now, pick your pail,
From your neighbors garden,
Bring fresh water of love,
May fragrant be your rose….

By – Nakshatra Singh

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