Sunday Temple And The Evening Rain Poem by Sudarkodi Nagarethinam

Cut out of rocks
back a thousand years
soul stirring hymns
chanting of the saints
my faith, my wish and my will
brought me to this sunday temple

Its the deity, who gives an invite religious
for an exuberant visit so pious
a heavenly bliss I felt
before the god as I knelt
chilled drops of elixir
touched my cheek
I felt blessed with every dropp that followed
one, then a ten and a hundred

I drove on the lonely road drenched
the drizzling getting dense
It was now a heavy rain
came pouring down as a chain

Now it was a war
waged on the silent earth
she was unprepared
the sky was disturbed

He welcomed the enraged clouds
falling ferociuos on the ground
awful and loud, with this sound
how earth could express her wrath?

It went on heavily raining
its sharp arrows piercing
tender my skin, tender my heart
At present I was agony's child

the piercing never hurt, I realized
Slowly the loneliness disappeared
there was no suffering, mind was enjoying
At present I was nature's child

Reaching my home, reaching my haven
was... like reaching heaven
far from nature, thats mighty
In shelter, is nature far from necessity?

This habitual visit to the sunday temple
This off-season wild pour in the deccan terrain
Experience like never before and never again
this half hour drive in the evening rain