wildflowers in bed of rocks poem 11

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Wildflowers in bed of rocks



What happens when a bunch of kids

Enter a silent, peaceful temple?

Humble abode of Gods transforms

Into a boisterous playground!


They scream, laugh and play

Chants, hymns wash away

Meditations are shattered

Serene lake becomes bubbling brook.


Serious souls get miffed,

Peaceful ones ignore them,

Religious ones try to change the

Atmosphere back to old.


What should be done to them?

Shall we let them be or show door?

What about the worship?

Can they peacefully coexist?


8.08.09, Garia, Kolkata



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