Power of the Goddess
It was celebration of the Panguni Pongal for the sixth day
People assemble before the Goddess Kaali, to pray
Big sand pot is full of water
Below is a stock of wood, set to enter
Water is set to boil, with high fire
Everyone sets eye, with a desire
From the boiling water, steam shall flow
Due to high heat, water shall overflow
Waiting all along was the priest
With a face, as if he is the angriest
He pumps towards the boiling pot, to charge,
Among the devotees who witness in large
With margosa leaves, he drenches his bare hand
Standing with bare foot, over the raw sand
Lifts his hand with boiling water to spread,
Only over his bare body, to spearhead
Again and again until the water pot becomes empty
None shall feel over him, pity
Bare body of priest now looks as normal
Though he withstood steams of thermal
Never anyone seen any boil
Nor none attempt to foil
To witness, you may become uncool
Until you watch the face of priest, as cool
Celebrated at Peraiyur since ancient time
With passage of time, never became dime
Truly an entertaining festival to express,
The true divine power of the goddess!
NOTES :
(Margosa tree =a large tree of the genus Melia (Melia Azadirachta)found in India. Its bark is bitter, and used as a tonic)
(Peraiyur = A small town under the foothills of the western Ghats of South India in the Madurai District)
(Panguni Pongal= a harvest festival around the first week of April month)
Above Poem is adapted from the eBook "NONE TO MATCH! NOR TO MARCH!! AND OTHER POEMS ON GOD" by Mr.V.MUTHU MANICKAM. Copyright is reserved.
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