Life In Temple Towns


Journey was well planned
to and fro in Volvos;
but for the V.I.P traffic,
frustrating long queues
and expensive stale food in hotels with god’s name,
we enjoyed every moment!

There is something mysterious
with life in temple towns
and nobody knows how it moves on.

The seller of ‘eyes, arms and feet’
on silver metal sheets, and
the cashier at the counter
counting their profits;
and the grey bearded ogling old man
with religious icons around his neck
trying to get squeezed between women in the free bus
and his observant old wife
staring at his playful hands
and carrying the burden of his luggage
in silent anger and mute pain…!

life is something strange with the people of temple towns
and is mysteriously sacred for the new pilgrims every day!

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Dr.Vijay Koganti has been publishing poetry in English and Telugu for a long time. Apart from being a poet, Dr.Vijay is a short story writer and a critic.
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