Monuments and shrines, no doubt,
are centres of tourist attractions,
pilgrimage and good business.
But these are not all.
A place is admired for its creative feats
and sense of justice in things big or small.
A culture is cared, a civilization is held high
for the great minds it breeds
and the beauty of their creativity,
not just for stone structures
or concrete camouflage of vanity.
The wealth of worth is aesthetic order,
intellectual health and spiritual growth
cemented with love, compassion and care.
Shrines are there in every city, town and village.
How many of their patrons, believers and devotees
who stick blindly to rituals rise above meanness,
malice and mindset of the average?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem