Unity Is Strength

When I was a child

My mother told this story

Many a times.

That a teacher asked his students

To pick up a single branch on hand

And break it, which they did well.

The students were giggling

Among themselves for

Easily succeeding in the test.

When their teacher brought

A bundle of sticks and asked

To try their whole strength.

Startled were they all

At the nuisance the teacher requested

Them to fulfill.

Thoughts were smashing

Amidst the wall of their globe

To find a way to do the impossible.

Then the teacher smiled and said

It's easy to break the single

But unity emerges victor, always.

So even though we have diverse religion

Hold your hands and be united

In the universal religion of humanity.

There is no religion as big as it

And no practice as precise as it

For life and death encompasses in itself.