The Temple

Grows the binding strength of pooja and slogan for years
On the temple build with  bricks and stones
With those abrasions carved into beautiful sculptures

With a handful of flowers ready to shower
The lord welcomes us in the bright sacred flame
Grows the binding strength of pooja and slogan for years

The beauty of arts is seen everywhere
The dancing goddess on the pillars makes us stare
With those abrasions carved into beautiful sculptures

The loss of weight in heart, bygone the fears
We surrender our prayers and the whole self  to him
Grows the binding strength of pooja and slogan for years

The temple is the only place we bury our tears
To the good spirits and wandering saints that lives there
With those abrasions carved into beautiful sculptures

Our Temple of heart is build by meditating clear
Picking each positive stones we get and smear
With those abrasions carved into beautiful sculptures
Grows the binding strength of pooja and slogan for years

Ramalinga_Swamigal/Vallalar