RELIGION Poem: The Prayer, by M. Nandakumar

The divine gaze of the saints—
too heavy to bear—
bowed my head at the altar.

The melting inner sorrow of candles,
shadows flitting across the frescos,
a lament merged into the arches.

Prayer lies cold and frozen
in the black stone pillars.

As I descend the temple steps
the faces of the street singer,
the beggar, the madman,
the thief, the murderer,
and the harlot slowly become
the faces of the saints.

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