Rathyatra Poem by Saroj Padhi

Here there is:
an inescapable attraction,
an inexplicable emotion
and an irrepressible desire
to be drawn to the Badadanda
where dusts sing of the Great lord's glory
where each spec speaks a past story
and His immense hands stretch out into infinity
wet with a desire to touch million hearts
perhaps at a still point
in their beats' relentless hurry!
Here beggars are masters
Pricing love over money;
and masters are beggars
in spite of all their honey;
each of them striving endlessly
for a place at the heart of the great lord
and for peace after reaching the door of God.
Come let us fold ourselves into a big bunch
with innocence at the center of a bouquet
in sprinkles of our tears thoroughly wet
for an offer after Yatra in an hour quiet.