The streets are never asleep, <br />It is festival all around. <br />In these passing winds <br />It is a living call from olden grounds. <br /> <br />From places afar kith and kin arrive, <br />It is once again a family reunion. <br />The feel is nostalgic, <br />The springs are very deep. <br /> <br />It is a clamorous week, <br />Balloons and bubbles fill the air. <br />People float as drifting rafts, <br />They are in their bosom winds. <br /> <br />It is all an endless wander, <br />It is all a fleeting vision. <br />The chariots roll their beaten ways <br />And in ravishment people are set to sail. <br /> <br />Carrying sweets and sweetness of the day <br />To places sons and daughters finally return. <br />Sitting in the distant bound trains <br />They sigh to behold the lost moments. <br />************* ************** <br /> <br />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.<br /><br />Ravi Panamanna<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-festival/
