The Ritual

The oil lamps are lit every where Drums are beaten so loudly The bangles shines bright Face is colored to red and black The Theyyam is in full swing in open space The exemplary performance in odd hours The rituals are in full form here Every thing that keeps in its own order The community engaged in its fullness The born hereditary skills appreciable The moment of magical realism a real one Reiterating the folklore artistic skills Connecting the people to a common spirit It is the innocent villagers Who sees everything divine and to revere Thanks to the dedication and community engagement.