.Temple is body thine

Temple is body thine

thee senses are the priests

In and outs are nine

soul,the lamp that lasts

mind,the wind that blows

life in senses that glows

fades if desires fire

soul out of life there

comes the bliss

lustily to an end

In the burial ground

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my old poem :

I unfold and we beckon

the twilight of wisdom

trails behind the shadows

of desires and smoke

of smoldering fires

of be-guile filial bonds

Shun the wisdom And we stampede

stuttering the syllables incoherent

vying a way out called solvation

Wisdom needs to be nurtured

Prayed for and  shared making

the elixir of life that flows in rivers

floats in air touching the teaming genes

ever proliferating in newer Avatars    (Sunday, 4 August 2013 at 19:50 UTC+05:30)