Apr 14, 2013

A conch reverberates at Mother's gate

A conch reverberates at Mother's gate
Will you not free yourselves from useless bustles,
Come away, with salvers of offering
Carefully light the lamp of devotion 
Arrive, laden with fresh buds  
Will you not spread the word, She calls.

The drift today enjoys it's dewy crispness,
The bud relishes it's newborn smell.

Hold your head high, brighten up
Join the somber new wave of music
Dress yourselves with blooming wreathes
Transform this moment
With a whiff of newness 
Where beauty burgeons, benevolence sprouts.

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