Near the broad square <br />Of the city <br />Is raised a huge heritage temple <br />Of Serbo-Byzentine type, <br />The church of Serbian orthodox faith <br />In the memory of Saint Sava <br />On the Vrač ar plateau <br />Whose ashes hue the air <br />Into steel color, <br />Eclipsed at the top <br />By the Turkish ego. <br /> <br />The huge arched roof <br />Is a symposium of faith <br />Under which echo <br />The parting wishes <br />Of the disdained. <br /> <br />In the white marble chapel <br />Of the cathedral <br />Serbs pull the bells, <br />Croatians light the candles, <br />And a Gypsy girl <br />Holds her baby’s hand tight <br />Begging for alms. <br /> <br />Poverty knows no religion, <br />Once it spreads <br />It overwhelms all the ups <br />Of the morals. <br /> <br />And in the streets of morality <br />Strip naked <br />The brothels of hunger. <br /> <br />Jesus and Mary <br />Bless well <br />Under the huge of dome of the church <br />Telling the people <br />To be humans.<br /><br />Harish k. Thakur<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-cathedral-of-saint-sava/
