Away do not go all near you stand,
On highway side you shake hand.
We are travelling royal is journey,
Road is clear does tell sure attorney.
Tourney we and you all watch near,
Driving car we watch on side gear.
Year after year, all years are going,
Eagerly car sweet horn is blowing.
Passing villages, is running our car,
Towns and cities are running back far.
We are going, our holy son is there,
As soon as we shall arrive he will care.
He will give us holy bread and also rice,
He will serve us but will not take price.
He is holy son sent by father of heaven,
In capital we will enter by gates eleven.
We are souls inside bodies reaching here,
Holy spirit nurtures us he is only the seer.
© Kumarmani Mahakul,1 March 2015. All rights reserved.

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