Jayasree

VADAKKUMNATHAN

Walking barefoot along the 

well trodden paths,

Surrounded by the dense foliage 

of the banyan trees,

Immersed in the holy ambience 

of this beautiful Temple,

I am at peace with myself.

The dusk  is lit up 

with a thousand oil lamps,

the air thick with the fragrance 

of incense sticks,

reverberating with the sound of drums,

the Temple bells and blowing conch.

 The flickering light of the oil lamps

light up the sanctum,

 I see the Lord,

the radiance that shines forth,

And I bow my head 

before the Almighty.