All the Faith
He has a religion for all the faith,
Ours for the taking, ours for the right.
May we ascertain properly,
With learned men see the light.
The bubbles of words come from our mouths
Like soap and liquid, and all things about washing,
Cleaning us all with phrases of joy and harmony.
A custom breathed is a custom of sincerity,
You must take your faith and then reveal
To the people what is in their breaths,
And what minds offer in the form of questions
And answers.
poem by Naveed Akram
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