In Gods own country
It’s a common sight
To see the elephants
Decked up bright
With golden head gear
And satin umbrellas
Adorn the Gods
When they take a ride
To bless the people
From their mighty heights
Trumpets and drums
Follow their strides
In a procession
They make their rounds
Streets and houses brighten up
Children and adults line up
To welcome the procession
As they pass
Our summer days have their charms
With colorful ‘Poorams’ all around
Githanjali