Festival

Festival

Life is a grand festival,
A celebration from birth to the end of breath.
With each rising flag of hope,
It all draws to a quiet close on the path of death.

The heart becomes a canopy of faith,
With showers of love, flowers bloom on the roads.
Memories are the sacred temple gateway,
Where our smiles light eternal lamps of joy.

Like the rhythm of Theyyam and beating drums,
Let us dance through time, unafraid and free.
Every festival that becomes a memory
Leads our lives on paths of goodness and peace.

GR kaviyoor 
10 07 2025

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