Behold the bells hanging,
In the old temple's premises,
High above the tall pine trees,High above the snowy peaks.
Do they really occupy a space,
Among the clouds atop the hills,
Or is it just an optical illusion,
Stretched up to the horizon?
Do they symbolise the faith,
Maintained by the local people,
In the presence of a benign deity,
Safeguarding the entire region?
The faith that never dwindles,
But sustains the believer's strength,
To go through life's ordeals,
With trust in the ultimate justice.
And listen to the bells chiming,
As the wind passes by them,
Don't they sound singing humbly
The praise of the supreme power?
Photo credit - Sonam Bhandari
euttaranchal. com
In the presence of a benign deity,
Safeguarding the entire region?
The faith that never dwindles,
But sustains the believer's strength,
To go through life's ordeals,
With trust in the ultimate justice.
And listen to the bells chiming,
As the wind passes by them,
Don't they sound singing humbly
The praise of the supreme power?
Photo credit - Sonam Bhandari
euttaranchal. com
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