A Place of Worship

My younger self saw Veer folding his hands,
sitting on the yoga mat or the living room couch
sitting still, sometimes, just still

the wanderer in me questioned him once,
what do you do when you are still?

he used to tell, I pray, I talk to Him,
you can pray anywhere, anytime
He is waiting for you to talk to him
He listens to us all the time

And now, I see a crowd fighting for a place of solace
This city doesn’t have one
Where do we pray?, they all scream at one pace
we need city to permit building one, said everyone

here’s me looking for Veer
where are you Veer? can you please tell them,
what you told me?

Your own heart is the place of worship
your prayers, your joys, your sorrows, your worries
all known to Him
He is waiting for yea to talk to Him