The temples in hamlets
where you find Ayyanars
stand out from the rest
The trees and ponds
add to the silence
mystical and profound,
The big black Ayyanar
with protruding eyes
sits cross legged.
The other deities
found around him
appear sturdy.
A winding road
leads the way
an eerie prevails.
The priest, a herdsman
clad in a stained dhoti
conducts the worship.
He chants no hymns
performs with a diligence
truly devotional.
it is a kind of experience
much different from others.
turns personal and dear.
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