Dusk at Kanakapura
It's the time of dusk, Trees sway in the wind, Rustling in the breeze , In the hues of the setting sun. Perched on a hillock, Bright lights illuminating the structure, A temple loudspeaker blares out Invocations to Ayyappa. These are the primordial ridges Where Parvati might have lent her divine grace, These hills are where Many a tale of love and heartbreak would have been played. A herd of cattle Make their way back home, Bells tingling And animating the silent atmosphere. What grace is there Among nature's bountyful trails, In this crisp, silent air And the darkening dusk. I see him standing On a hillock close to me, T...