Rekha's Musings

Deep is the valley, high the rolling hills
The Vasishthi lies swollen, seemingly still.
The hill-slopes flower with a myriad trees,
Haven for monkeys frolicking free.

Coconut and beetlenut pierce the sky
Teasing the paddy, swaying lullaby.
Here on a plateau proudly perched
The Lord of the Barve band presides.

He’s a handsome dude, is He!
Babji’s Ganapati Bappa is He.
Much revered, much loved, a blessed sight
Towering, majestic, his divine light!

Over a century and a half He’s done it
Showering the Barves- both born and adopted,
With His blessings and boons a-plentiful
Generation on generation He’s seen us thru.

Brought us together and kept us bound
By the thread of love and ties new-found.
“Please stay” let us pray, “for all time to come,
Namami tvam Vinayakam Namami tvam Vinayakam”