Rath Yatra
When sacred wheels awaken dust to prayer,
The streets become a hymn beneath the sky;
With every chant, the soul lays down its care,
As hope ascends where earthly burdens lie.
Lord Jagannath, with quiet, boundless grace,
Rolls not through roads alone, but through the heart;
His chariot makes every soul a place
Where love and faith are never far apart.
The ropes we hold are woven out of trust,
They bind no hands, but set the spirit free;
From fleeting days to everlasting dust,
He draws us toward divine eternity.
O blessed path where mortal footsteps start—
The Lord's great journey ends in every heart.
Mayanglambam Meerina
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