Pratip Sen Gupta


The Shrine - Poem by Pratip Sen Gupta

At the gates
Of your temple
I leave behind
My footwear
And my desires
I wash my hands
And my feet
Lest they
Bring in
Soil from other fields
I bow my head
In humility
I ring the bells
And light
The seven lamps

When I look up
I meet your marble eye
Painted
In a marble face
With vermillion
And turmeric
Smeared
On your marble
Forehead

You are as stone
You do not meet
My eye
And the far away
Look
Of a betrayer

And the flames
From the lamps
Flare up
In the last consummation
Of a desire
Started by a
Matchstick flash
At the steps
Of your shrine

Other hands
Ring the bells
Again

Pratip
11 June 2006

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  • (11/17/2007 7:38:00 AM)


    Very beautiful description of your devotion. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 17, 2007

Poem Edited: Monday, April 25, 2011


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