Inside Krishna's Temple

   Kneeling,bending, bowing, chanting.
Fragrant burning sticks delight mynose.
Lost.
Confused like a foreigner.
I watch my own mom
Her flowingsari,
a mixture of saffron,
peach and apricot
shames my jeans andt-shirt.
Embarrassed,
I study the statue of Krishna adorned
in goldcrowns, rope necklaces, bracelets, and jewels.
Suddenly, I look at my mom'sface
To the bindi, red dot, between her eyes.
She blinks.
Now Icomprehend the meaning of
kneeling, bending, bowing, chanting.






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