Fan
Almost supreme
Or doing his work atleast
With his shrine above, glorious
Dusted and edgy..
A shrine unusual,
round and round, it went;
rotating
he sang hymns
and chants, of his own
the chants, were only mere
neither of his own praise
or of else any’s..
but he sang more, more than we breath him
he sang when we left him singing, alone above
he only sang the one song he knew, for ages many upon us
and also many airs upon him..
he sang the clamor everyday
with words, wordless
only he knew and understood..
Shreyaa Tandel is a self-established poet, or you can say amateur poet, from India. Her poems "Inadvertently Alive", "Virgin" and "Blackhole" have been published in the blue pages lit, and vamp cat magazine respectively. When she isn't writing or is glued in front of a computer/cell phone screen, she spends time singing north Indian classical music and reading the Bhagwad Gita and pretending very hard to be happy, even though she isn't. You can reach her at shreyaatandel1526@gmail.com.
She is a regular contributor to Marías at Sampaguitas.
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