The Divine Niche
The serene sound of the hymning bell,
The aromatic smoke casting a magical spell,
The ambiance always wishes us well,
Because its you in our heart who dwells,
The soothing hymn which fell,
Washed away all the cruel,
You became the sacred barrel.
Copyright © Kirthi Pillai | Year Posted 2016
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment