My Temple

Poem By Bichitra Anand

To eulogize I try not
Pangs of your deep thought
Shiver me, sprawl me
With feeling of sins
Of missing you
Somewhere in the midway.

Everywhere I see you in shades
But nowhere I palpate your body
That billowing fire in me
Carnality embrace me restless.

I run to that centurion banyan tree
On the brink of river Kathjodi
My only Cenotaph under its canopy
I clasp it tight wrapped and teared.

I feel you younder amidst the thickets
On the sandy bed of the river
Re enforcing my belief you wave the hands
Like the flag on the temple
I regain me, a part of me, my dear
This is my temple, the only temple.

Comments about My Temple

I see you in my shades! ! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Brilliant piece of poetry! Liked the third stanza most! I appreciate your style of writing! Go ahead in pleasing the whole literary world! .....10
I regain me, a part of me, my dear This is my temple, the only temple. carnality embraces me......... full of emotions and feelings. sense of loss and the belief in hope to meet again. love this poem. dev
I run to that centurion banyan tree On the brink of river Kathjodi My only Cenotaph under its canopy I clasp it tight wrapped and teared. I feel you younder amidst the thickets On the sandy bed of the river Re enforcing my belief you wave the hands Like the flag on the temple I regain me, a part of me, my dear This is my temple, the only temple. - - - - - - - - - -Beautiful lines, thank you for sharing your deep emotions through this wonderful poem.
Regaining self is very interesting. This body is temple and the place we reside is also temple. Remembering God at each step is very nice. Wonderful poem is nicely crafted and shared.10


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