Worshipper

There is something to need,
Someone to hope for, who is need.
Thanks go to places of worship
To contain the flowers of ignorance.
I worship because it is necessary,
Tomorrow the worshippers are my brothers
Of old. The state of their mind erects comfort,
Cosy nature is within me, when you craft your job.
Let worshippers lead other fellows,
The same old religion will do, but then what is comfort?

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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