Amrit Sar
by Chris Mooney Singh

In the waters of the sacred pool
the golden body of Hari Mandir
takes a long bath when it’s cool.

The gold sun slowly cleans its face.
Some nights, the moon comes down as well.
Celestial bodies know this place.

The soul of a paper kite has given
its pink face in an act of surrender
and floats upon the waves of Heaven.

Yet, the big carp in their nibbling school,
but holy songs emit more current,
eating prasad thrown in the pool.

The waters are lit with electric light,
but holy songs emit more current,
for the Word is sung here day and night.

Each pilgrim, family - husband, wife:
thousands are praying for health and wealth,
praying for everlasting life.

Yet, all must drink inside the mind
from the pool of immortality,
but the inner peace is hard to find.