Temple Poem by RAVIKIRAN ARAKKAL

The main diety sat in grace,
Surrounded by smaal temples,
Of gods of lesser improtance,
People offered money,
Flowers, coconuts, flowers
And camphor to please them,
To be blessed for material
Gains they believed showered
Upon them by the gods inside.

They went round and round
The temples, praying in silnce,
And songs sung by many,
Whatever happened to them
Was of no consequence,
But the bliss of prayers prevailed.
On their minds and faces.