Silent Steps Poem by Lajpat Chawla

The steps,
Which bring the devout
And the sinners alike,
To your door steps.
Which remain covered,
With the snow in winter,
And sweat under the scorching sun
In summer.
When your devotees are
Heating themselves,
Near a fire- place.
Or, relaxing in
Air conditioned summer
In solace.
It is only the steps,
Which never leave thy feet,
Nor thy grace.
If at all,
You decide to visit,
The place of worship.
You shall,
Not to the call of all the devotees;
Nor to the call of all the priests.
But to hug and kiss,
The lowest step.
Touched and kissed,
Umpteen times
By,
Those of your devotees,
In rags,
Tatters and tears.
Who,
Though waited at your door,
All night in shivers.
Who begged
For an entry.
But,
Were never allowed.