‎temple At The Heart Of The Village Poem by Prabir Gayen

‎Temple at the Heart of the Village
‎          Prabir Gayen
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‎Make a temple within the village,
‎a quiet seat of knowledge,
‎a luminous dome of worship.
‎At the very heart of the village raise it,
‎as in ancient India,
‎when near the dwellings of men
‎the graveyard stood in silent voice
‎in the age of the Buddha,
‎that man might remember
‎the futile breath of life
‎and the passing shadow of the world.
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‎Now is the hour to experience Life,
‎not death alone to know detachment.
‎Raise therefore a temple
‎at the living center of the village,
‎where innocent people celebrate life.
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‎Around its sacred walls
‎let trees of unity slowly shine,
‎their branches bending over all alike.
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‎Through worship let every wandering heart
‎be gathered into a single rhythm.
‎Let devotion rise like a wave of music
‎lifting each soul gently upward,
‎softening the struggle of life.
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‎Let the village remember its forgotten glory,
‎the ancient dignity of belonging,
‎the serene wealth of contentment,
‎the wisdom that once flowed
‎through the veins of our civilization
‎like a hidden river of light.
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‎For an old civilization
‎rich with profound philosophy
‎and life-giving knowledge
‎stands now in danger,
‎threatened by violent creeds
‎and the coarse vulgarities of the age.
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‎False doctrines move in darkness,
‎Silently planning with dark intention,
‎and hide behind the black wall of desire,
‎desire to conquer, to divide, to destroy
‎the ever smiling people of absolute tolerance.
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‎Therefore build the temple.
‎Pay homage to the song of heart,
‎imbibing the spirit of Love and devotion,
‎Unite people with single vision.
‎Let the temple of knowledge
‎stand at the village center
‎so that waves of love and wisdom
‎may move from heart to heart
‎binding soul to soul
‎in an unseen garland.
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‎Unity alone is safety.
‎Unity is the shield of lions
‎against the circling hyenas of the night.
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‎Through devotion,
‎through the quiet harmony of learning,
‎a brighter path may open,
‎a path that protects the generations to come
‎and prepares the birth of an unique civilization.
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‎So unite, or perish through folly.
‎Raise a temple at the heart of the village.
‎Let Krishna be remembered there,
‎dancing with absolute Joy,
‎and Buddha in his calm compassion,
‎let Jesus speak again the gospel of love,
‎and Mahavira the courage of harmlessness.
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‎Let Mother Kali be adored,
‎Durga the strength of the righteous,
‎Lakshmi the grace of abundance,
‎Saraswati the fountain of knowledge,
‎and Shiva, the silent dancer of eternity.
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‎Let the ancient scriptures breathe again,
‎the Gita, the Upanishads,
‎the hidden harmonies of wisdom,
‎the Tao Te Ching,
‎the Vedas and the secret fire of Tantra,
‎all flowing together
‎as rivers seeking the vast  ocean.
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‎From knowledge arises love,
‎from love devotion,
‎and from devotion unity,
‎And from unity shall rise a new dawn.
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‎Let all villages be the seat of knowledge,
‎unity and absolute incarnation of divinity,
‎Let every village become a family,
‎A living pilgrimage of humanity.
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‎@Prabir Gayen
‎17/03/26
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