Huge temples jutted out,
As if in prayer,
Over the greenery,
Towns mingled with farflung
Villages of simple culture,
Adorned with Churches,
Mosques, Buddhist monks
Praying, chanting
the mantras of peace,
Tranquility, brotherhood,
Life moved slowly
In the innerside of orient,
But fast to catch up,
The rythm of the west,
The prestine cultures, structures
Inherited down thousands
Of years standing the test
Of time that passed by.
Ravikiran Arakkal
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