Abandoned Temple

A brambly thicket of blackberry canes
squats, a votary, before it.
Another autumn slowly ticks away.
Veils of mist smile on nervously
at this victim of unmoving grass.

A wandering boy hurls a rock through
the ruined entrance. Shadows in retreat fly;
of serpent-girls, elephant-gods, fiery birds.
Mosquitoes slap the Siva linga in ignorant stillness,
a long shiver running down the shrine.

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Himal Southasian