Souls of Aspiration

A silence in the noise of city streets

Pervades the faithful on this Darshan day

As if time were but a momentary trance,

The earth so small, the stars not far away.

Ascending stairs that have felt pilgrim feet

Through decades of devotion from afar;

Some ask for favours, others come to take,

A few to give themselves and all they are.

It seems a lifetime when we were but few

And stood beneath the tree whose kindly limbs

Cast shade upon the seekers kneeling there

To importune or offer like prayerful hymns

That rise as incense spires in the night,

Souls of aspiration seeking light.