Don’t Fool The Master

Why my eye lids are drenched with dew? O my darken life: have you seen the star new? What grief that eats my soul, like white ants? Or have you forgotten the wizard’s enchants? I am not worried but astonished with our act, We love not to Thee my Master, It is the fact, We are all praying to Thee like a bird that perch At temple, synagogue, mosque..and at church, Service to the human kind must come first For I know without it all prayers are worst Prayers are accountability of individual kind If no service what accountability you can find? Save: humanity, human kind and the holy nature, No prayer will be accepted hence no peace in future