I hear the church bells
could be a reminder of the mass
a little away there is a call
a broadcast of the Koran’s clause
as I walk past the lane enraptured
the Nadhaswaram sounds flow
as the drum beats capture
the bell jingles all the way
as people flock to the portals
devout Christians walk in all gay
I see the Muslims paying obeisance in total
recite the Koran with devotion
the temples abound with bhaktas
carry coconuts and plantains in baskets
along with flowers to offer
all in a short pause
not for any cause
but to see the Lord
be him nailed to the cross
be him the Nabi in the mosque
be Lord Shiva and his consort
or Rama and Seetha
an exhilarating experience
lends a great significance
the fervour and belief
the faith with the relief
could be seen in their faces
turns 
so lovely and enchanting
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