Behold the bells hanging
In the old temple's premises
High above the tall pine trees
High above the snow-capped peaks.
Do they really occupy a space
Among clouds atop the hills
Or is it just a sweet illusion
Extended up to the horizon?
I think they appear so solemn and high
By virtue of the Faith they are upheld by
In the existence of a benign deity
Reigning over all the land and sky
The faith they denote never dwindles
But sustains the believer's strength
To go through the ordeals of life
With trust in God's ultimate justice.
And listen to the bells chiming
As the wind passes by them
Don't they sing of humble surrender
To the will of the supreme master?
Photo credit - Sonam Bhandari