Who knows about my special heart <br />That knows about those special hearts <br />Who specially welcome my every visit <br />With special smile as if of real humans <br />In linguistic hush to my heart's questionnaire.. <br /> <br />Who never emote evil or sorrow <br />And whom I can lean on supportedly <br />In blissful divinity on par with Perumaal <br />Who in silent encouraging watch <br />Posits His all-knowingness in His elvish eyes.. <br /> <br />One in wandering elegance dances <br />In my soul all over <br />While abducted prince and princess enact <br />All for a rescue bewildered <br />And Arjun showing a way on deep penance <br /> <br />Hardship isn't easy to win Paasupada <br />And hence Veerabadra guards with ministry <br />While Vyagrapada, Dharma, Bheema support <br />And in their mayic world Rathi-Manmatha loving, <br />An austere sage upset by Srilankan woman.. <br /> <br />Your visit is a must dear friend <br />For they're the super-sculpted beings <br />Supra-splendid livened up of a single stone <br />So what to my folks if I'm strange <br />I go on with His all-knowing elvish eyes<br /><br />Indira Renganathan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-visit-to-krishnapuram-temple/
