As the dawn breaks
Sound of conchs and cymbals
Fills the air
Colored festoons are
Hung around the town to show
It is a great fair
People are in a happy
Mood with friends and relatives
Visiting places
Kids with their siblings
Enjoy company of the friends
In new dresses
Soothing essences flit
Across streets and prayers are
Chanted aloud
This is the culture we
Have grown up in and for this
We all feel proud
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Soothing essences flit Across streets and prayers are Chanted aloud This is the culture we Have grown up in and for this We all feel proud Festivities, our culture, the joy of celebration......a fine poem reminiscent of our young days. thank u dear Tiku. tony