The temple

The temple short poem

There was a man,
Old, cold, sold,
To his condition.
Stood outside the temple,
Waiting, hating, hesitating.
And people passed by,
Dinging, dangling, giggling.
Nobody could see him there,
Lazy, hazy, crazy.
Now he is there no more,
Sink, blink, think,
What did they go to the temple for?

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Shaurya Singh

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Shaurya Singh refuses to call himself a poet, an artist, playwright, or a filmmaker although he writes poetry, paints, writes and directs plays and also makes short films. His work also includes working closely with and coaching people who want to take charge of their lives and create the life that they desire. His vision, he says is the creation of a community of people who will passionately build an alternative lifestyle based on emerging new-age principles. He is the co-founder of Saarthak Productions, a theatre group based in Bangalore. Some of his poetry and paintings are featured on the blog A Formless Formation.
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Chandrama Deshmukh
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Wow!
Such an intense thought.
Put forth so beautifully.
Touching indeed.

KS Kearns
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Thank you. A unique style and a great message.

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