The idols, the deities,
whatever be your religion,
however, you call them
tell you of a probability
one of truth, that of a conviction,
a belief unshaken.
The choir, the psalms,
hymns, the slokas,
charanams, the recitations,
praise the Lord, invoke
the blessings, a practice
from time immemorial.
Faiths differ.
Rituals vary,
the distinct worships,
converge to a point
that of truth. A scenario
as seen and felt.
The conventions govern
the communities adhere.
A discipline unfathomable.
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