Shrine of Love
I , the first-timer, am greeted at the gates of this shrine
By the roar of the seas and a bower of tangled vines
With a two-in-one miracle rising in its middle
A neem tree entwined by a banyan in a huddle.
I step inside the little space of the temple hallowed
To the sight of the wide seas, but a hundred feet below
And walk to the railings to get a better view of things
To find, on the rocky ground I stand , waves banging.
So close to the seas but safe at a hundred feet’s height
The land extends as a wall to the viewers delight
Spangled on its sides with blooms and the top with trees.
No sands and beach but dotted in places with fans of scree.
Take the thirteen ritualistic rounds around the deity
Wondering all the while why it has got to be thirteen
Prayers for family done and set, for home ,to push off
Mobile rings to bring from across the seas my friend’s LOVE..
It was as if the exotic setting got a new focus
With the caller holding line I pray for the two of us
While I turned a human two-in-one like the twin-trees
My friend on the phone heard the temple drums with glee.