V P Mahur

(Apr 16,1964 / Siyana (UP) , Bulandshahr, India)

My Religion


Everybody claims himself
Devotee of his own god
And claims that his faith
Is best and others are fraud

Can the teachings of a god
Can be blunder in way any
Every religion preaches love,
Humanity, brotherhood, mercy
It is man’s own selfishness
To show himself better
Diamond never boasts of him
Yet all know how it glitter

Man’s pride of supremacy
Is the cause of all bitterness
No religion preaches to hate
To fight or to make a mesh

Beware of falsehood disguise
It’s time to be alert and rise
To throw away all hatred
And forget religious avarice

You are human in real sense
Humanity is your religion
Awake before it is too late
And think over your decision

Submitted: Sunday, February 23, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, February 25, 2014

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Composed on Feb 23,2014

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