Worship
The poor man turned
from the temple gate
where throngs of people gathered
to pray and wait.
Yet humbly he knelt
by a small shrine's plea
at the foot of an old Banyan tree.
Copyright © Akham Nilabirdhwaja Singh | Year Posted 2022
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