Looking at the sacred temple,the mocking voices laughed..
You who said you were not like us,became what you disliked..
And the faceless man smiled..
As his footsteps stepped inside the temple..
Inside the temple,there was not idol of gold or diamond..
Not shinning image..
It just had a tree .
Dried and old..
And flowers blooming everywhere..
With a giant wheel moving..
And a small hut..
He invited his guests over .
And sat on a stone,
As his guests looked,he smiled..
This is my sacred temple..
