Smell Of Sandalwood - Poem by Pintu Mahakul
Good morning Oh beloved God, beloved Supreme father,
Good morning beloved devotee, oh my dear brother.
Good morning oh worshiper, good morning mother sister,
Good morning let us whisper, God's verse let us murmur.
Everywhere smelling sandal wood, sandal paste in head,
Every hand shines with, good flowers and sacred thread.
Every heart fills with emotion, where memories spread,
Every beat shows motion, devotion comes more ahead.
Sandal wood oh dear sandalwood, give lovely fragrant
Timber and oil you give, from God grace you do grant.
Calmness you bring like moon, people feel you and chant,
Coldness comes in mind, it is the glory of you oh plant.
Miracle you do, by your smell, people feel and do slant,
Towards God they move in row, space becomes scant.
In devotion they hand and bend, the devotion they implant,
In a holy row and mind, with love God's name they chant.
People try to wash by your paste, the deadly sin's dread,
Many of them cry to remove poverty and urge for bread.
Gradually they feel the importance in worship they tread,
With belief and hope in right hands they tie bunches thread.
Entire temple's lap smells so nice in smell of sandalwood,
Everywhere blooms fragrant flowers and smell so good.
Everyone gets boon, thrills of minds are well understood,
Early in morning the people feel universal brotherhood.
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