Category: Poetry

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.