On Ode To the Temple
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
Copyright © Aseem Desai | Year Posted 2012
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