Temple Poem by Neethu Prasanna

Milk as a cascade, over the golden idol, anoints,
Worries get washed away in the same way it aroints;

Rosewater showers over the God as libation,
Diluting all the woes it guides me to liberation

Sandalwood paste all over the idol gets smeared,
How long since this cool sight has been endeared;

Priest lits the multilayer golden oil lamp,
Mirrors multiply the glow as our souls revamp;

Marigold and Ixoras adorn the deity as garland,
Their conquer of my eyes is too grand;

The temple bells ring in an auspicious note
Chants praise god and grandeur of ancientness connote;

Drum beats so pleasant allaying even the last drear,
They slowly conquer my ears as I hear;

Camphors burn, sandal wood is smoked,
Ghee lamps are lit and devotion is evoked;

Jasmines and milky pine flowers compete and arose,
Their fragrances allure and slowly conquer my nose

All of me are being surrendered around thee when I revolve,
Each time I fall in love even though I don't know how you and I did evolve!