Temple Visitors

Some chatter
At your platter.

For others
On that day you little matter

Some with worries come
Otherwise their visits none.

Teenagers glances
In filth abound

Though bows his head in grace
Thoughts clash in his brain

Newly wedded
Seek blessings for continuance of race.

Old couples seek solace
Touching his mace

Crime lord
Desires, his deeds be ignored.

But what he desires
None cares for that anymore.

poem by Sanjay Mehta
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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