Gangadharan nair Pulingat..
The Ritual - Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..
The oil lamps are lit every where
Drums are beaten so loudly
The bangles shines bright
Face is colored to red and black
The Theyyam is in full swing in open space
The exemplary performance in odd hours
The rituals are in full form here
Every thing that keeps in its own order
The community engaged in its fullness
The born hereditary skills appreciable
The moment of magical realism a real one
Reiterating the folklore artistic skills
Connecting the people to a common spirit
It is the innocent villagers
Who sees everything divine and to revere
Thanks to the dedication and community engagement.
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