Serene

On the shreds of holy pile,

Lies a belief of pure heart's tranquil,

Wanderer comes here for seek of peace,

But more or less few find an eternal bliss,

When seek more deeper in for reason,

Result were amaze and full of fascination,

Lord's preacher called it 'Place of Miracles!'

I find it as 'Serene' place away from affairs,

Resides!! where immaterialistic behaviour,

The pile serves as immortal place of savoir,

Alas!! Still few find it as tag of dogmatism,

It still acts me as 'Serene' place of Savoir....