It is not just a call,
A specific wake up Call,
I see the Dawn, the spectacular Sun
Rising ,the just blossoming yellow
Flower as if breaks the Dark
Slowly receding now.
Call for a Day of Hopes,
Seamless serendipity ,and undoing
Of Desiccation of suspended spirits.
Aroma of flower spreads like the
Mantra or chantic…
Inter twined wedge of locks on Shiva’s
Head and Sacred ashes on His Forehead.
Assuage my tormented Soul, for all prevail
From ancient Time Honoured Tradition.
Rule our cosmic Universe. Water flows,
Sanctified water it…Continue