My heart is a temple
Blessed with the presence of
God always
With each drop of my tears
I make a garland for him
With my sweet dreams
I light the lamps
With the carpet of my happiness
I welcome him always
No pilgrims allowed to enter here
Till abandon all worries and egos
At the entrance.
A very well crafted spiritual poem.........Jayachandran............great imagination and great adoration to temple of heart..............well done...............
Wow..Wonderful write. Loved reading it twice...Lovely poem.
Nice poem bro. it reminds me of Keats' lines as he pledged to make a temple in his mind: he says: Yes, I will be thy priest, and build a fane In some untrodden region of my mind, Where branched thoughts, new grown with pleasant pain, Instead of pines shall murmur in the wind: Far, far around shall those dark-cluster'd trees Fledge the wild-ridged mountains steep by steep; And there by zephyrs, streams, and birds, and bees, The moss-lain Dryads shall be lull'd to sleep; And in the midst of this wide quietness A rosy sanctuary will I dress With the wreath'd trellis of a working brain, With buds, and bells, and stars without a name, With all the gardener Fancy e'er could feign, Who breeding flowers, will never breed the same: And there shall be for thee all soft delight That shadowy thought can win...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
carpet of happiness, I welcome, good write, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.