Incredibly a truth, no less than miracle

 

The dawn meditations over,

felt sleepy, had a latent slumber

from d' bush his partly seen left foot,

mistaken for that of a deer

Jara, a hunter, shot an arrow,

Krishna in d' nap got fatally injured

in Valka at Veraval, Gujarat,

the mishap woefully occurred

Lord Krishna left his body,

and his last rites done

body merged in five elements

but heart kept on beating ineffably,

as in an alive person

 

So the heart, safeguarded well,

kept precisely protected

put in d' idol of Lord Jagannath,

and pristinely beats on as expected

Jagganath, d' God of d' kaliyuga era,

it's an untold secret of the God

resides with elder brother and sister,

at Puri, d' temple town, his adorable abode

 

The deity transposes the body,

rigidly commemorated all rituals

mandatory in every twelve years,

continued since time immemorial

 The entire city goes for a blackout,

temple visit of pilgrims prohibited

d' zone gets cordoned up by CRPF,

and d' affiliated priest is blindfolded

Hands wrapped with folded cloth,

in the density of d' night's darkness

from d' body of the old to d' new idol

d' soul element he precisely changes

 

No one knows what's d' soul material,

soul sift done since thousands of yrs

unknown, unseen some mighty stuff,

creates deific sensation tremendous

A priest narrated d' fulfilling feelings,

to dear ones, though it's a top-secret

a graceful, exciting sensation in palms

a rabbit as if making efforts to escape

During d' car festival,  Puri king himself,

sweeps with a golden broom tosses flower

showers sandalwood paste on d' path,

before d' devotees begin to pull d' cars

 

Once someone steps in at Singha-dwar,

d' tidal sounds of d' sea, he stops to listen

once go round d' temple, darshan is over,

d' moment steps out, hears d' ocean roaring

No bird crosses d' pot on the temple top

it's no resting spot for birds to sit there

shadow of temple top never falls on d' ground

in d' wind, in a reverse way, d' flag flutters

Daily a new flag fixed on d' temple top,

d' rule rigidly followed with full honor

failure ensues in d' closure of d' shrine

for 18 yrs, for d' God a great disfavor

 

The offerings for God, Mahaprasad,

made in seven spotless earthen pots

kept one above the other on d' oven

cooked promptly with d' firewood burnt

d' prasad cooked on a day is abundant,

never falls short for arrived devotees

before the closure of the Singha-dwar,

d' whole lot of Mahaprasad gets finished

 

Looks towards d' adored devotee's locus

d' Sudarshan chakra on top of d' temple

feasible only in Lord's blessed abode,

incredibly a truth, no less than miracle