After a visit to the St. Paul's Cathedral, Kolkata ...
In the Cathedral
‘ Should we use the back door ?’
‘Seems fine, anyway it’s open !’
A serene white building stands on
large, green, solitary island towering
above dust and grease of dirty metropolis ;
a sweet, caring grandmother preserving
heritage of an old city with perseverance .
large, green, solitary island towering
above dust and grease of dirty metropolis ;
a sweet, caring grandmother preserving
heritage of an old city with perseverance .
Royal-entrance welcomes us to calm interior,
relics and history lead our path, glass-paintings
blend in subconscious to candle the divine light
while our pilgrimage slowly proceeds toward altar.
A small crucifix on table presides over the big
empty hall like lonely star on sad, clouded night.
blend in subconscious to candle the divine light
while our pilgrimage slowly proceeds toward altar.
A small crucifix on table presides over the big
empty hall like lonely star on sad, clouded night.
Only vice in that temple is sound of mechanical
drills engaged to renovate the historical building.
drills engaged to renovate the historical building.
‘That sound is killing me !’
‘Let’s look at the table and try to forget.’
‘Let’s look at the table and try to forget.’
But our self-made hallow does not last long;
we take fast steps to go out of noisy claustrophobia
and find young grasses smiling in sun as they did
years ago, before hypnotised eyes of Adam and Eve.
Tranquillity is restored !
we take fast steps to go out of noisy claustrophobia
and find young grasses smiling in sun as they did
years ago, before hypnotised eyes of Adam and Eve.
Tranquillity is restored !
‘Should we take the back-door again ?’
‘No harm.’
‘No harm.’
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