and in the flames of diyas...
the sounds of hymns...
and the whisper of prayers...
the queue that i followed...
and the holy water they sprinkled..
closed the eyes to believe...
and opened the eyes to see....
the more the caves i went...
the more stones i stared...
The sandal wood i carved...
and tried to feel your presence...
At times I analyzed...
and the other I mesmerized...
the moment I realized...
the next I cried....
it was not like the way i prayed...
nor the way i blinked to see d offerings...
its not the same as my heart
or the blood flows in my vein...
I found you in every breath..in every blink of my eyes...
you were there to hold...sustain...and maintain...
you are the only blood flowing through generations...
and a belief that runs in each of my genes till the last breath i take...
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