Walking in the dawn
In the wee hours of morning
When the whole world is sleeping
HE walks on the deserted street
With few devotees following and
Chanting slokas
For the early morning bath
In the temple pond.
The Sun came out to see HIM
The air breezed to fan HIM
The trees shed their leaves to lay carpet for HIM
The flowers blossomed to welcome HIM
The birds tweeted to greet HIM
The people woke up to bow to HIM.