Temple Is The Heart
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Kesav Venkat Easwaran
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A temple is the place
Where a heart that smiles presides,
Humble of its shape,
And noble of its ways
The love that heals, cares
In actions gets revealed!
A pot profoundly full
Never goes on to spill
Fall not for a face
That smiles with cunning grace!
Such face could prove a fake
Could stealthily hide a knife!
A twinkle in the eyes
Juggling in the lips
Nimble in the limbs
The feeble get betrayed!
26 February 2019
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