What is the religion that I rehearse?
The notion itself is a nonsense verse.
Religion is a skeptical seed,
To comprehend it is a great deed;
To boast does not have any matter,
But the buffoon does try to chatter.
A fool always remains a fool-
Religion can be a hazardous tool.
Little do they persist to know,
That God is not come through crow.
The name does not decide the company,
Caste is a surreal symphony.
Then what is the religion that I indeed rehearse?
To name it is a petty curse,
Praying is a pretend
Respect is tend.
I am but a son of truth.
Those are not; I pay them ruth.
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