The Old Temple
In a small old temple
in the lonesome hour
the tile floor before the idol
of the God
silently echoed to me
the prayers of the poor people,
the prayers of aged women
since centuries back
In that solitude
it reflected
their worries and pains,
their faith and devotion
for generations.
Copyright © Akham Nilabirdhwaja Singh | Year Posted 2018
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