even though
i passed by your temple every day
did we meet at all
you weighed the offerings
the earrings, the necklace, the braclets and the kind
you were covered with garlands that devotees brought
may be, the aroma of those flowers
had soothed your nerves
so much
that a few crumpled leave i offered
did not make you open your eyes;
stay asleep
who knows some day when all flowers have dried
and when leaves have been assimalted
by the ants underneath your feet
you will remember
the feeble sounds of the bells
i rang
when i left your temple empty handed