Reminiscence

The Rhythm, the Emotion,
The Chanting, the Devotion,
The Ringing and Swinging bells,
The Sound of Drums, the Conches and the Shells,
The Fragrance of the Burning incense,
The Aura and the Diadem,
The Floral Decorations,
The Voices of Salutations,
The People in Prostration,
The Freshness in the Morning Prayer,
The Splash in the river,
The Eastern winds sending Shivers,
The Festivals and the Commotion,
The Entrenched images appears,
As I assimilate the nostalgic notions,

No other way to go,
Whenever I feel the hollow,
It's the path towards my temple, which I follow,
Once I am there everything follows,
There I get a glimpse of His magnificence,
Which acts as an antidote to sorrow,
Where doubts disappear and happiness follows.