Things aren’t the same anymore
It surely doesn’t feel the same!
What used to be a reviving act,
Is no more understood for the same
Oh! It’s such a shame..
A man clad with two pieces of cloth
Walks miles with people of different grounds.
In same cotton robes they stay
They spend all day and night
With no ill feeling about the other in their mind
Such an act which transcends all race
Is not an usual affair.
People who believe and those who do not
Heed to the lessons this pilgrimage has taught.
Out set a man with no kin
He marched to the center to purify his sins
He did many wrongs and a little right
He asks for forgiveness and tells his plight
He cries and cries
In this promised land to which he came down
Where all his sins have now been washed down
Out came a soul with no sins
A purified heart ready to bring
Peace and harmony among other beings
People who believe and those who do not
Witness the man this pilgrimage has back brought.
To the man who says:
“A divine journey only,
With no worldly fruits has it ever so given.
Just a ritual like any other
Of the by-gone religious time.
Practiced by its followers time and time”
People who believe and those who do not;
“This is no ritual of just being divine
But an act where peace is revived and
love is spread.
A training ground;
of sacrifice and devotion”
In every act of its, is a jewel hidden
Takes no genius to see what’s hidden
But only a fool to not appreciate
What he has been given.
So like the man who cuts his slack
And between the mountains who runs forth and back
Shows his Lord, his perseverance and faith
It’s time for us to do the same
O People who believe!
A common cause we all do share
To worship our Lord and to love and care.
