Pilgrimage Poem by Ejaz Khan

Each time the yearning hearts try
The doors leading to perception remain closed
The laws of physics but fail
Defences of rationality break down
An unimportant planet
Rotating in vast solar system
A tiny galaxy, home of suns millions
Form but a fraction of gigantic cosmos
How absurd it sounds
Creator of ever expanding universe
Engineer of all that is
Inhabits some insignificant stone
Or a stone house
And yet millions swarm
All loaded with energy mysterious
Is it the magnetic pull
That drags the multitudes
Or is it the power of belief
That releases energies innate
Thus making certain centres
All vibrant and radiant
Where pilgrimes march
All absorbed
Cleansing the sins of lifetime
Hush up!
One speaks not of mysteries profound