The Procession Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

I heard the din outside
Amidst sound of drums
People struggled to get
A look of the god sitting
In the throne on the altar
Made of wooden planks

I was awestruck looking
At the radiance emanating
From His beautiful eyes-
Full of kindness and deep
Compassion. As I bowed
Tears welled up in my eyes
And I felt deeply blessed

This is year I miss the
Sound of drums and the
Sacred air of love, peace,
Brotherhood and harmony