The Temple Poem by Raghurama Raju

Wandering in the midst of a forest
I saw a temple of the distant past
Unlike the temples often we visit
It looked simple and silent.
There the resonant bells rarely rung
Shining coins were not proudly flung
And the noisy songs were hardly sung.
An idol of a deity with pleased countenance
Smiled at me in pleasant silence.
I closed my eyes in utmost reverence
And sat still enjoying peace
The purpose of a temple I realised
Its not a place to submit endless demands
But a place to forget the world.