The Golden Chariot. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

The golden chariot is ready
The charioteer arrives
Slowly looks on the earth
Carrying the great one with gesture
The traveller looks on the earth
His vision never fails, none allows to hide
He comes from the east it believed
Going to the rest in sea a story
Slowly men knew the meaning of the journey
He carries full of truth in his chariot
Smiling to all and making wonders
Unless his appearance none to grow
The chariot is made of pure gold assumes
The gold is not mined by human workforce
Somewhere it is made in such a way
Neither heat or cold can diminish the pride
The chariot is welcomed by all
Finds the lazy ones sleeping in day light
And asks to rejuvenate and activate for wellness.