Monday, February 22, 2016

Swaminarayan Temple - Bhuj

The white marble pillars stand.
Ooze warmth - by touch icy cold.
Chiseled with magical hand.
Tales engraved of history old.
Heaven-high shine the gold domes,
like descendants of the sun.
And the bells toll, echoes roam,
alluring far horizon.
Sculptor charms the creator.
Sculpture is the narrator.

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