Old Temple Poem by Akham Nilabirdhwaja Singh
Old Temple
In the small old temple
in the lonsome hour
the tile floor before the Idol
of the God
silently echoed to me
the prayers of poor people
the prayers of aged womaen
since centuries back.
In that solitude
it reflected
their worries and pains
their faith and devotion
for generations.
While reading this poem, I could feel the respect for and the ever lasting effects of heartfelt prayers. I do agree that something very special and supernatural shines from old places of worship. Excellent poem!
Where else can one seek solance for worries past and present. A brilliant potrayal of the everday problem that plagues people, especially in their old age.
I don't know the backdrop against which the poem has been written. But to me it brings to fore the life of scores of widows in Vrindavan living and praying and waiting for their eternal salvation. Nicely portraed. Thanks, Dear Mr. Singh.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/23/2024 7:35:42 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Though I haven't visited this temple yet feel the beauty ans serenity of it by means of yor inscription. I too know from your poet's note that this temple of Anuprabu at Nabadwipdham, West Benga was constructed by Rajrishi Bhgyachandra eighteenth Century king of Manipur. Nice work. Thanks for sharing.