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Purnima Chandra

Drama

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Purnima Chandra

Drama

Temple Of Thought

Temple Of Thought

1 min
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I look up at the idol,

Sheer poetry in stone.

Dried petals carpet the floor

Around the mighty throne.


The smell of incense burning,

The air in a heady trance.

Lamp lights eternally flickering;

Here shadows come to dance...


I kneel before the deity,

Him of many faces.

Silence closes in on me

As whispers scream inside my head.


And what do I seek in this icy tomb,

Where all souls come to die?

Eyes of stone do not see,

No tears will the Divine cry.


To whom do I speak; a shadow, a memory,

An ideal, myself, no one?

A reflection of a reflection, an echo of an echo,

Ghosts of Gods long gone?


I look up and see that idol,

Imagination turned to stone.

Broken faith covers the floor

Around that empty throne.


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