The Temple Poem by Jayachandran Chakrapany

The Temple

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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.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Gajanan Mishra 04 August 2013

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

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Liza Sudina 25 September 2015

very saint poem! profound wisdom! thank you!

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Deepak Kumar Pattanayak 21 January 2014

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

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Ramesh Rai 21 August 2013

loved your temple. a beautiful imagination with nice compose

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Geetha Jayakumar 07 August 2013

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

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Shahzia Batool 06 August 2013

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...

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