Milk as a cascade, over the golden idol, anoints,
Worries get washed away in the same way it aroints;
Rosewater showers over the God as libation,
Diluting all the woes it guides me to liberation
Sandalwood paste all over the idol gets smeared,
How long since this cool sight has been endeared;
Priest lits the multilayer golden oil lamp,
Mirrors multiply the glow as our souls revamp;
Marigold and Ixoras adorn the deity as garland,
Their conquer of my eyes is too grand;
The temple bells ring in an auspicious note
Chants praise god and grandeur of ancientness connote;
Drum beats so pleasant allaying even the last drear,
They slowly conquer my ears as I hear;
Camphors burn, sandal wood is smoked,
Ghee lamps are lit and devotion is evoked;
Jasmines and milky pine flowers compete and arose,
Their fragrances allure and slowly conquer my nose
All of me are being surrendered around thee when I revolve,
Each time I fall in love even though I don't know how you and I did evolve!
These rituals, when performed in the right spirit lead us to a state of absolute bliss when we merge with the Great entity and forget all other trivialities! Very arresting write! !
Excellent and superb word arrangement that reaches the very depth of the theme. The activities of the temple (church) and the religious belongings have all got a nice pen.
Wel written neethu.while reading this poem, i was mentally inside thetemple imagining watching thesd rituals.well written.
the poem has not left out a single article needed for the ritual.. such minute eyes for details, , , and the beauty of the poem lies in the last 2 lines :) thanx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hey Neethu..Great lines...Please write more poems....