At three in the morning,
Three thousand feet
Above sea level,
The air is crisp
And
His devotees focused,
As the pious priests
Sing this
Magical hymn
To wake up
The Blue Lord of Tirumala
Just
Another day
Where
Millions flock,
To get a glimpse of
His majestic beauty
© 2016
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