Your fame is not confined in India
Pilgrims visit in millions every year from abroad
To enjoy your scenic beauty and dip in your saline water
Believing ‘Moksha' for ever
You are the greatest mother and you tolerate everything
Your water is not common water, holy water
People drop funeral ashes in your water
Of their predecessors believing
Not to rebirth after death and for eternal peace
You are Puri Sea beach
Usually called as "Punya Mahodadhi"
Copyright @ Dr. Bedadyuti Sahoo (Dt: 01.03.2020)
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