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The Temple

My heart is a temple
Blessed with the presence of
God always
With each drop of my tears
I make a garland for him
With my sweet dreams
I light the lamps
With the carpet of my happiness
I welcome him always
No pilgrims allowed to enter here
Till abandon all worries and egos
At the entrance.

Submitted: Sunday, August 04, 2013
Edited: Thursday, August 29, 2013


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  • Deepak Kumar Pattanayak (1/21/2014 11:15:00 AM)

    A very well crafted spiritual poem.........Jayachandran............great imagination and great adoration to temple of
    heart..............well done...............

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  • Ramesh Rai (8/21/2013 7:29:00 PM)

    loved your temple. a beautiful imagination with nice compose

  • Geetha Jayakumar (8/7/2013 7:16:00 AM)

    Wow..Wonderful write. Loved reading it twice...Lovely poem.

  • Shahzia Batool (8/6/2013 1:05:00 AM)

    Nice poem bro. it reminds me of Keats' lines as he pledged to make a temple in his mind:
    he says:
    Yes, I will be thy priest, and build a fane
    In some untrodden region of my mind,
    Where branched thoughts, new grown with pleasant pain,
    Instead of pines shall murmur in the wind:
    Far, far around shall those dark-cluster'd trees
    Fledge the wild-ridged mountains steep by steep;
    And there by zephyrs, streams, and birds, and bees,
    The moss-lain Dryads shall be lull'd to sleep;
    And in the midst of this wide quietness
    A rosy sanctuary will I dress
    With the wreath'd trellis of a working brain,
    With buds, and bells, and stars without a name,
    With all the gardener Fancy e'er could feign,
    Who breeding flowers, will never breed the same:
    And there shall be for thee all soft delight
    That shadowy thought can win...

  • Gajanan Mishra (8/4/2013 11:20:00 AM)

    carpet of happiness, I welcome, good write, thanks.
    I invite you to read my poems and comment.

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