Walking barefoot along the
well trodden paths,
Surrounded by the dense foliage
of the banyan trees,
Immersed in the holy ambience
of this beautiful Temple,
I am at peace with myself.
The dusk is lit up
with a thousand oil lamps,
the air thick with the fragrance
of incense sticks,
reverberating with the sound of drums,
the Temple bells and blowing conch.
The flickering light of the oil lamps
light up the sanctum,
I see the Lord,
the radiance that shines forth,
And I bow my head
before the Almighty.