Poem By Parthaproteem Roy

So many wishes, so many rituals;
Hailing you by so many names,
Celebrating your different incarnations…
Praising your glories and your omnipotence
Your sanctity we all want in our every aspect
And yearn for your holy dominance
You are the peace to an upset soul
And you are the hope to a tired folk.
Although so mysterious to everyone,
Still for years your belief is on.
Some says you have many faces
For some you are everywhere but invisible.
For some you are a source of discipline
Some find you in their absolutions.
Many differences in your every realization,
But the unison of our lives prevails through you.

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