I entered the holy doors. Merged into the crowd with others. Shoved, jostled for a glimpse of the deity. Waiting in line to be awestruck...

Can a poem do What we are unable to?

उमज पांघरून ती दिवस मालवते.

doing what is meant to be done wonder about the petals of lotus how they open, and pray

Shawl of Silence...shared with all!