They came across the country.
They came in numbers.
They washed life's sin in the holy waters.
They praised the Lord's name.
They washed their soul.
They prayed to 'The king of the kings'.
They asked for his blessings.
They were blessed by the father of all.
They had their loved ones waiting.
They went back to them.
To fulfill their duties.
And yet they will come again soon, the devotees.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem