Silent Mornings Poem by Dev Anand

God is singing in his eternal exuberance,
in the soul of the devotee filling wave lengths.

In the morning every Deity wakes up
at the mantras chanted by the priests in saffron.

In every temple, every bird harkens to her own notes
sung from the roof and the sweet young ladies
look up and the birds feel ashamed
covered up in cosy comfort and joy.
It is lovely to watch and smile.

(It is an indian scene on a fine morning when the hindu priests chant prayers (mantras)
and the birds on such old temples sing and fly freely up and down and the devotees watch it in sheer joy. Religion and temples and churches are at the core of the life of an indian)

(Graphic: Mughal paintings are very famous in india)