GOLDEN TEMPLE Riding high on the limpid waves Rising high on the shimmering presence Blue waters of white marbled chequers For the eternal hymns of wayward heart The golden domes invoking a saffron path. Novices of thoughts and sunshine abiding The golden swarms of vibratory atoms The hush of pilgrims on the circular pitch Tearing apart structures of egoed ditch. Give vent to destinations of beauty & liberty The concerns of soul now past its restrictions Illuminate a glance bereft of the inner tumult Saluting the Guru’s presence in a silent rebirth.