When the lions and tigers
Would have growled and roared
Into the hills and their ranges
And into the caves
While on the other a few undaunted
Sadhakas and priests
Would have done prayers
For the Devi,
Vaishno Devi,
Phadawali,
Jyotawali,
Sherawali,
Lataswali,
Meherwali.
The undaunted devotees
Praying and sounding the gong
And blowing the conch
On the hand
With the aarti
And the oil lamp burning
accompanied by the roar and growl
Of lions and tigers
Into the hills,
Hilly ranges wild and forested.
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