made by blessed masons' hands.
People visit to change their fate
by some unreal magic wands.
Conch shells, hymns and prayer
spread around far and wide.
A feeling of the ethereal air,
some orisons ready to be replied.
How can pain escape His eyes
when the light have brightly shone?
Unheeded remained sobs and sighs,
pain of unblessed remain unknown.
Prasenjit©2022
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