The Pinnacle

The same path, the same steps, the same ropeway lead the faithful to the same place at the pinnacle; the Kali Mandir and a Mazaar.

Mountain-top mandir

Like a mountain itself,

On Sati’s lost toe

On Himalayas’ stray peak

Where faiths converge

In a throng of pilgrims:

Half look to dawn’s gates,

Adoringly upward,

Half to night’s doorway,

Reverently downward;

In broad daylight

To salute the Dark Lady,

Or bow to stone doors

Only Faith can open.