To The Lord of the world
(Rath Yatra)
Never will return the afternoon,
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The whispering of God to drag his car out with rubicund dressing, The festival of Joy and adoration.....////
We are drawing the line down the ages, The Jagannath is there in the temple of our body and we are drawing it with the breath of our life.
The whispering of God to drag his car out with rubicund dressing, The festival of Joy and adoration.
Never will return the afternoon, Never will return the colourful afternoon to drag the chariot
Loveliest worded, thoughtfully rendered these deep philosophical musings from your inside. Magnificent poem, To be one with Him like an invisible balloon, How mesmerizing dear poet! Very beautifully created.
Beautiful poem immersed in deeply philosophical musings. This and much more against the backdrop of Lord Jagannath Rath Yatra which is an age old practice among devotees. Nice analogy this- 'The lord of the world is there / as the soul of our Life / our existence....
To be one with Him like an invisible balloon, To fall into the ocean after traveling a long way through forest and desert into infinity....////