Kalbaisakhi/ Sabrimala

Kalbaisakhi With the change in season, Kalbaiakhi seems to be knocking at door, The winds blowing hard Seemingly playful and sportive, Taking us by surprise, Dust whirling, Dry leaves fluttering to fall To show it all topsy-turvy In hullabaloo and pandemonium With the sudden jerk and jolt, It may rain and lash To lessen heat and humidity In the summertime, I can just hear the footfall, The murmur taking the woodland With the gusts of the wind Refreshing and swaying. Sabrimala Sabrimala temple, Lord Ayyappa, The pundits and others And the women, Plead in your way The way it suits you But the judgement held so secret To tell it otherwise What it is in justice and jurisprudence.