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Yesterday, 
When I were coming back,
From local library,
A bell was ringing,
In a church, on a street.

Few minutes were left, 
A prayer was in action.
The old ladies were mentioning,
They had a cold morning,
And checking the heating system. 

When a lady hand shacked me,
She was delighted to met my warm hands,
The father had a payer for peace,
Asian Earthquake, Human rights agencies,
And all for sick and needy persons,

Father was blessing and serving,
A piece of breed as a body of Christ,
Red Wine as blood of Christ.
Everyone tastes from one vessel.
I was delighted to see all.

When my turn came,
Father stopped his service,
And asked me, Are you Christian?
I said, No,
He normally blessed me.

He didn’t involve me to share.
To eat a body of Christ
Or to suck his blood,
I was thinking about almighty God,
That is belief, God is one,
And we all are brothers and sisters,
But I was thinking about that distinction.
A saw of a shadow of my untouchability.

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