A little town in the banks of River Perak (Sungei Perak)
Mostly onto a lethargic slow track,
With a population of less than hundred thousand,
The town Teluk Intan or the Bay of Diamond,
Rises up with a sluggish shrug every morn.
A sleepy town with no hectic sojourn,
With no urgent motions to adjourn,
The oil palm plantations spread all around,
Fishing across the rivers with no sound,
Keep the fire burning at home.
The three races live with a friendly link,
Each one supporting each other at a wink,
At the surface it is a combination homogeneous,
Beneath the depth it is mixture heterogeneous,
Yet there dwells an impressive unity.
The archaic silence gets out-of-place,
The mid April sees a festival of grace,
Chithra pournami brings in cheer and spontaneity
All in a show of devotion and offerings in variety,
Awakening the town to an ecstatic celebration .
The Lord Dhandayuthapani in Teluk Intan is up
Nine decades ago the Nattukottai Chettiars s set up ,
The temple of worship in their business place
Hosted a week-long festival in honor Of Lord’s grace,
Paying obeisance and respect to the Almighty.
The small beginning has led to a great progress,
Which not only rewarded them in business,
Also blessed them with other largess,
Prompting them to hail the lord,
As their all-powerful God.
The mercy of the Lord spread all through,
The beauty of Muruga captivated everyone true,
The Procession of Lord through the streets,
Proves a sumptuous grand treat
Enthralling the devotees to 
a divine bliss.
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