Rest Impossible

Rest impossible It makes me nervous And casts about myself being called pious I hold religious views But nothing more I knew People go to holy place So I also visit with little space I bow down but pray earnestly That is only thing I do regularly Let me speak truth It really soothes My feeling towards fellow men I try to be simple man I might not be seen with respect But that doesn't reflect On my thinking I am not speaking ill at all Sometimes I spend restless nights But again it makes me right To think in direction That brings me back in scanner for simple action