Lepakshi

An Old Poem, One of my favorites.

Collected Thoughts

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Intricate carving
Attracts me
Calls me closer
The gentle surface
of my palm
feels the curves and bends,
the shapes
on stone.

My feet
used to tiles and carpets:
spoilt,
relaxes against the cold and rough
stone.

It brings me peace,
this place:
a temple
long forgotten
holding stories
all carved
in stone.

The pillars
hold so much
together
and through them
I see the light
That I came here for.

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