Poem By Toru Dutt

in the coolness
gods and Buddhas
dwell as neighbors

Comments about Sonnet

Stillness is where spirituality is resident, our inner ‘noise’ is often the main pollutant that hinders our path to that plane.
............very nice.....enjoyed this beautiful poem..
Wonderfully written! Nice!
words of humility. Nice write

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