Sunday Poem By Dr. Paramita Mukherjee Mullick

The Lord comes in his Chariot

The Lord comes in his chariot
We look up at him in awe.
He is decorated with flowers and garlands.
We fold our hands and bow.

The Lord comes in his dazzling attire.
We worship him with sweetmeats and fruits.
The Lord comes to his aunt’s house.
Back to his maternal roots.

The Lord Jagannath comes with his siblings,
His brother Balaram and Subhadra his sister.
We welcome him playing bhepus* and couch shells.
We burn incense sticks and sandalwood paste administer.

The Lord comes and fills the world with joy.
All these days in happiness we sway.
Then to Lakshmi his wife he goes
Back on the Ulto-Rath*, the seventh day.

*bhepus—bamboo flutes
*Ulto-Rath—opposite direction