Importance Of Prayers

Importance Of Prayers short poem

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One may experience it or not but
Prayers add to my psychological strength
And contribute to my efforts to succeed
By creating a better and positive environment.
Many believe prayers as wastage of energy and time
but what I shared above is practical experience of mine.
It is a question of belief and practice with patience,
everyone to someone expresses reverence and
that someone maybe a thoughtful,thoughtless energy,
with or without name and shaped or shapeless.
Let prayers to someone be part of daily routine plan ,
not for material possession but to be part of selfless clan.
It is possible no matter what may come and happen
believe it and practice it for self and society in the long run.

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Madan mohan Swami

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Served education sector for 37 years in different capacities and superannuated from Kendriya Vidyalaya Sangathan HQ New Delhi as DC,Admn in Feb.2007.
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Preeti
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Couldn’t agree more with you! Aptly said about prayers giving us strength!

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