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