Embodying divine spirits
the human pyramid soared.
Swaying with colourful wits,
the souls danced as the rain poured.
And amidst the bells of joy,
a small boy climbed to the top.
Mischievous appearing coy,
he broke the clay yogurt pot.
And as the white honey flew-
deep inside me a conch blew.
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