Last Updated on July 29, 2021 by Hammad Rauf

All of us moved together,
We prayed and we sat together,
Skin, tounge, wealth or age,
Made no difference altogether

No sect, no idol, no lie, no curse,
None super, none dodger, none better, none worse,
Just words of praise for the One Great
True Lord; Never we may disperse

We were lucky ’cause we were there,
And thanks Lord that we could share,
A tiny fragment of Your message,
Our joys, our hopes, our hands and our prayer

Whenever a merchant loads his cart,
And the sun takes a new start,
Wherever we wake up, whoever we are,
May this spirit be always in our heart.

*(Originally written in 1995-1996)