The streets are never asleep,
It is festival all around.
In these passing winds
It is a living call from olden grounds.
From places afar kith and kin arrive,
It is once again a family reunion.
The feel is nostalgic,
The springs are very deep.
It is a clamorous week,
Balloons and bubbles fill the air.
People float as drifting rafts,
They are in their bosom winds.
It is all an endless wander,
It is all a fleeting vision.
The chariots roll their beaten ways
And in ravishment people are set to sail.
Carrying sweets and sweetness of the day
To places sons and daughters finally return.
Sitting in the distant bound trains
They sigh to behold the lost moments.
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Kalpathy Temple Car (Chariot) festival is a popular festival. It has National importance. Kalpathy is a village within the town of Palakkad. Palakkad is one of the District Headquarters of Kerala State. Every year the festival falls during November. I live within beck and call distance of this Kalpathy village.
Ravi Panamanna
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