Stepping unto your holy land again,
I smelled sweet incense
from the dimly lit corners
cut through my nerve
albeit of my blocked memory
of some distant years left forsaken

Groping for a steady grip of your holy land again
I sensed the throng mocking me
through the densely parading pura-s
and my wide-opened eyes tried
to shield me from the blackening night

I wish they could stop…

* distant memory of every 4-5 years, is it worth recalling?*