Akham Nilabirdhwaja Singh Poet Free verse

The Old Temple

In a small old temple
in the lonesome 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.

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Andrea Dietrich October 23, 2025 at 10:32 AM A very feeling little poem. We tread where they once trod

Mahtab Bangalee November 3, 2022 at 2:11 AM sometimes the intense devotion descends in the old temple!

Maurice Rigoler July 31, 2018 at 1:52 PM You are a keen observer, Akham. A thoughtful poem. Many thanks for stopping by to read my work. Best to you. / M

Line Gauthier July 31, 2018 at 7:55 AM A lovely poem, Akham.

Vijay Pandit July 31, 2018 at 6:45 AM Yes.. part of their being stays there..you speak of spiritual longing for peace.

Paul Callus July 31, 2018 at 2:34 AM I too see the reflection of those who seek solace in prayer. // paul