brought out live...

the sombre tone
that chanted the slokas
supported by the beats of drums
and pads...

the child in us the ambience
brought...
out...
live...

the lights
the chants heavy
ably supported by pads
beaten happy and soft...

the child in us the ambience brought
out...
live...

'for this death
i am to be born'
he thought...
'only for this realised self...
happy...loved...blessed...
by Him from top to toe dressed...'

the child in us
it brought
out...
live...

Who wants more in this cyclic life?
from soil we begin
and upon soil we lie...
who wants sounds of crackers and bombs?
who wants really that?

the child in us
it brought
out...
live...

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