I am captivated at the temple’s splendour.
Each day it unfolds a characteristic magnificence.
One day I am amazed at the shrine’s hugeness,
the next day astonished by the embellishments.
The eyes travel through the niceties of art.
The sculptures speak volumes, see with a curiosity.
A frequenter I observe new features during every visit.
How I missed these so long? I wonder.
The leaves and flowers engraved in stone
look original.
The stones, reproduce the episodes of “Thiruvilayadal ”
define the “‘Karnams”, “mudras”.
I walk past in a hurry to reach the sanctum.
It is time for worship.
Devotion overwhelms. Piety overshadows
beauty.
Meenas Poems 