Religion | The WOW

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.