Gnarled, huge, knotted, tree trunks
Grand old banyan trees spreading, an entire colony
True guardians of the earth, these sentinels
stand watch, century after century
Witnessing .... Time
I bow my head, god is here
in these temples of our grandfathers.
4 comments:
it moves me; it's true.
just a quick suggestion...change the name of the poem...if u can...i think it will completely change the way it sounds right now.
Warriors of Time
how about that?
lovely name, chandni!! i'll change it... thanks!!
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