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

To assess me, change your vision

 

Over and again, she reminds me,

I've grown old,

hair graying on my head

but I still feel young and assume,

a long way lays in front of me,

I've to walk miles ahead

Saw senescence spares no one

but strangely stayed static for me

d' numerical sixty, just a number,

change your perception, try to see

 

With no reading glasses,

effortlessly read d' newspaper

climb d' plumeria plant daily

to pluck flowers for God

Get up the staircase steps

to reach my house on d' 3rd floor

discuss the political turmoil

in d' morning walk, can walk 5 km

Do chit-chat with the friends,

and pursuits planned routinely

much energetic than d' youngies,

change your look and try to see

 

If ever go to my village,

I enjoy d' cast-net fishing

can cross the full ponds yet,

not bygone d' tricks of swimming

By frog-foot climbing,

get up on d' coconut tree

dab water my favored drink,

to pluck a few dabs for me

yet do leadership in d' village,

to manage any event, I'm free

well adept, take any initiative,

change your vision to assess me

 

Try not to trace grey hair in my head,

I dye them up regularly

love to gossip with young dames

play badminton for 2 hrs daily

Hold d' sugar-cane like a flute,

we both,

me and my titillating grandson

chew it leisurely, gulp d' juice

to assess me, change your vision

 

Life begins truly at sixty,

I've learned it from d' preacher

the lady steno from d' office,

on her mobile yet make calls

her perfume as if diffuses,

in the air of the entire room

I talk to her in a teasing tone,

sense d' scent of d' perfume

spend hours on WhatsApp, Facebook

if with any of d' features I get stunned

youth brewing afresh, taunts can't accept

must polish up her perception

  

Jibes at me, I totally ignore,

d' boat of life strides ahead,

and I'm on-board

my life, vitality, activities and all

I've surrendered before the God

The' mind yet energetic and young,

d' numerical age non-stop gets on

view me from an altered angle,

to assess me, change your vision