The Incense holder

Wisps of sandalwood smokes

Whispers of the soul sing

Shreds of its powdery scent

Float around the room,

Engulfing it with the lingers

Of a cozy hindu altar

 

Incense sticks sit perched

On a clay holder

Its body is etched with cursive designs

Orange marigolds fall next to it

 

As palms are pressed together before it

Eyes shut as prayers are murmured.

Varna

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