on ode to the temple

Written by: Aseem Desai

	As the water flows down here with a cool gurgling sound,
	the temple stands majestic , holding its ground.
	silent spectators of yore, the ancient trees,
	all the birds and even the bees,
	Art in the rocks, and art in the stones,
	did they endure,without a groan,
	the temple here , is a land mark they say,
	sometimes take the unbeaten path,spare a while,
	to come this way