Holy Springs

a poem by Peeran S L

Can pleasures be found in every building
Or a meaning, illusion or an awe
A sweet home with memories many
Of past, present and dreams haunting

A Temple, Church or a Mosque
A place for the divine to dwell
Reflections of holy places, Kaaba, Kasi
Draws in you an inspiration

Eruptions of springs to nourish
Bliss, ecstasy, an elixir
For all the griefs, pathos and sins
To wash away and evaporate in thin air.