Long do I live in my town
the little I know of the place
been born and brought up in the town
I being named after the deity of the place
have taken the town for granted
not I did anything so far to my birth place
I heard and hear mantras and slokas all through
the day and night chanted with a far-sighted gaze
the festivals corresponding to months abound all through the year
the deities go in a procession through the streets
dressed up and bedecked they proceed with a cheer
the ecstasy and piety as seen is all upbeat
the people throng to have a glimpse of the almighty
no matter how many times they see
the divine couple seems to wear a new look unbelievably
the town reverberates the divine music all throughout
resplendent is the town with a glimmer all extolling
it has no more of attractions both inside and out
the charm of the place is the temple majestic and enthralling
keeps the town buzzing from time immemorial
cities come and go with the advancement
technology favours them a coveted place in a revival
they grow and rise in fame and name in a revival
this temple town is not smitten by such bug or pace
as it remains constant in its pride and reach
a humble town called Madurai in chaste Tamil
the name being synonymous of honey without breach
praise I the town of my birth with all my soul
that much I can do to hold its torch high above the toll.
The breeze plays a tune
Meenas Poems 