In silence, the seekers are
seeking; intention, instrument
much the same, the difference
is but in the names,
not in the divine game.
They all hold a rosary
in their hands
eyes closed they pray
their nimble fingers play
to end their major misery,
wars, trumpeting the seas
and the sands.
If all are praying for
peace, then why is
the bliss amiss?
Are we getting drowned
in the words instead of
sailing across to reunite
with the unique thought!
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