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In An Abandoned Temple
I come here to pray
in an abandoned temple
seekers are long gone
the road stops here
no reason to look back
on a dusty stool
a fly is still and serene
a shaft of sun light
I sit by the fly
just two of us
the end of the long road
why am I holding a gun
aiming at nothing?
I seek no answer
there is no need
no end to turmoil
being awake in silence
stench of the temple
life and death are alike
soul is empty
a grave yard outside
flowers and grass are all dead
so are the tomb stones
here I am to stay
and rest
previously published in Taj
Mahal Review, 2006
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