A dawn at Puri,
The crows cawing,
People waiting to enter
The Great Temple.
For a darshan,
Pranam
To Jagannath,
The Natha of the Jagata.
The Lord of the World,
Vishnu
The Preserver
The small-small puppet-like
Gods ogling beautifully.
It's a dawn-break,
The dawn-time,
The sun glistening, glowing,
Focusing with the frail light.
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