GOLDEN    TEMPLE

Riding high on the limpid waves

Rising high on the shimmering presence

Blue waters of white marbled chequers

For the eternal hymns of wayward heart

The golden domes invoking a saffron path.

Novices of thoughts and sunshine abiding

The golden swarms of vibratory atoms

The hush of pilgrims on the circular pitch

Tearing apart structures of egoed ditch.

Give vent to destinations of beauty & liberty

The concerns of soul now past its restrictions

Illuminate a glance bereft of the inner tumult

Saluting the Guru’s presence in a silent rebirth.