and an old couple got ready to leave.
The gateman was standing there,
as it was the couple's daily fare.
Hand in hand they crossed the road -
Seeing both ways, carefully strode.
Greeted by aroma of the incense
as they crossed the temple fence.
They sat; heavenly conch sounded -
How people to faith are bounded!
They looked around, not the figurine -
Imagined how life could have been!
They felt lonely, alone in the crowd -
Those dripping tears cried out loud.
The wrinkled palms hoped for a hand
of the son who lives on foreign land!
Prasenjit©2022
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