Thrissur Pooram - Festival Of Thrissur Poem by RAVIKIRAN ARAKKAL

A thirty drums beat
In unision with as many
Subdrums, pipes blew
In tnadem to the rythm,
With thirthy elephants,
Five lakh people in the ground
Around a huge holy temple,
The worshippers dancing
Nodding thier heads,
Small traders making a sell,
Each elephant adorned
With golden masks,
The yearly festival
Of the town of Thrissur,
All one day long,
A glorious sight indescribable,
With a gusto, visited
By many from hundred kilometers
Away, the day passing by quickly,
With colored fireworks
Into the long night,
In succession, the works,
In competition
Of the two gods' temples
To win who is the best
In the show of devotion.

Ravikiran Arakkal