Back in the portals
of Ayyanar temple
with baskets lining
on the entry, the rituals
begin. devotion permeates.
A ceremony modest,
the priests by heredity
with no formal education,
conduct the puja.
Year after year
the community
gathers for prayers
a belief since unknown.
The day long worship,
goes with a spectrum,
provides solace and
peace to the clan.
The remote avenue
abuzz with life
in the evening
resumes the silence.
Ayyanar goes to sleep
after an hectic activity.
A smile on his face
indicates a jubilant year ahead,
Meenas Poems 