Conscience, <br />A child, innocent <br />pure, untainted <br />playing hide and seek <br />When it shows up, it laughs <br />That sounds like temple bells <br />And hands come together <br />Unknowingly to greet. <br /> <br />Conscience, like Meerabai <br />Clad in flawless whites <br />Her fingers create music, serene <br />Her face tranquil <br />And her eyes closed <br />But the Lord, forever <br />United with her soul.<br /><br />maitreyee joshi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-temple-bells-and-meerabai/
