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