Lord Jagannath! The Iconic Thaumaturge

I can see your luminary eyes in the murk, Lord Jagannath!

Vigilant, wide awake, infinite with indubitable spark.

The divine sentinels that solemnly pledges to evanesce all evil,

He is the dernier fosterer whose commanding wand all complex unravels.

You’re the evolvement of divine prophecy,

Crafted by Lord Visyakarma from nature’s sanctuary.

You are the Lord of Universe whose ubiquitous pervasion,

Preserves the carnal interests with patience and compassion.

Your piercing glances calcine the devilish intents,

And with fortitude you nurture the civilisation of descents.

Being the surreal incarnation of Krishna, you emerge as Purushottam,

The panorama of universe finds its composure and sublimity in your sacrosanct expression.

The coastal gale blowing along the oceanic trail,

Gives me the vogue of meditative calmness.

Though you are being instated in sanctum sanctorum,

But you play the iconic thaumaturge deploying your omnipresence.

Shelter me in a fragment of your cloister,

Where my inner chime shall chant your name, every hour.

I shall dwell in the duress of your awakening eyes,

Smearing your aureola, I shall ask for no more, I surmise.

Indrani Chatterjee