Where she dances
on stones
where He rules
without hand,
where they chisel
dreams in stones
and art flows
from hands,
That is Utkala
I belong.
Where the sea
tortures and glees
Where storm strikes
And people show courage to survive.
Where deities are darlings
Known to bestow vibes.
Where temple kisses the cerulean firmament
And she pours water on to basil
And lights incense sticks.
Greenery greets
and the Mahanadi gurgles
That is Utkala
I belong.
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