Indira Renganathan


Alankar(Decor) -133


The Temple (Palette)

The Palette is:
a word painting.
framed at the discretion of the poet.

The Temple

A vessel of silence showering its twinklings
A support of breezy ripples the river sending along
Mysterious sickle-smile sheening through a fluorescence
He is steepled atop to rest in His logo meaningful

The sun's urge, time is pushed aside cleaned of night
Behind Him in a tardy wake sun rays in His mirth
Cooing birds sing His praises in red and pink of dawn
Bathed of sunshine, He is attired of a silky morn

His feet now in the hold of His spouse, our mother
There streched a path to His loving heart
You and me and they and this and that all surrender
Free of sins atoned and admitted there in all are

Thrilled and trickled wind tolls the bells golden
Fed with holy cuisined hymns and prayers and pleas
He is so motherly pregnant with his kids heartily
There plays a lofty privacy between Him and them

But per His code of Nature to play hide and seek
Sun begins hiding in his run and more a sickle is up
Earth feels left in His logo up on the tower top
Narasinga hugs Lakshmi with a blessing look locked in

Submitted: Thursday, March 28, 2013

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