Pratisthan

Those Royal walls and Pillars
House the Infinite glory time has left
A brief left in the glory of The marvelous Architect
How lucky that land that beholds





The raised corridors where Angels play
A timeless Bridge where a Human love merges with the Divine
For ages to come, generations to come
Every stone tells a story there,
Every being that walks, flies & moves
Sharing a tradition time immemorial
spent in the glance of Merciful Goddess
Men come and go, they value not
Love of hearts when purified
Beauty fills in every dust
Beholding the Treasure

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