It is a festival
going on for years
a kind of a carnival
where there are all ears
the celebration gets off to a start
so does the shops throng in hundreds
a chariot is set on a cart
the deity goes with the kindred
the shouts Muruga, Muruga reach the sky
the town echoes with songs and chant
the shops call out loud for buys
the temple in an alien land is a haunt
the people around gather to see the divine
year in and year out the piety grows
truly the Muruga here is a great force.
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