Rendezvous

Up the rolling hills ever so high,
I start to climb; weary of the sins I load
On my soul, which joins my body in a sigh.
Path is so steep and winding is the road
I reach the bowl of the Lord after many a rest.
I feel serene and calm, outside too.
Shivering in the cold, I take a holy dip with zest.
And I join the crowd, pious and true.
Queue circles and slithers like the serpent of the Lord
Every move makes the crowd chant His name
All diverse in demographics, united in the God
Poor and rich; To Him they are one and the same
About to meet the Lord, of the hills that are seven
I quiver and quake. Only His name I say
Bestowed His presence, I am in heaven
I break down in bliss as I am pulled along the way
With unbearable thirst I wandered like a nomad
Scorched by the heat; the spawn of my sins
Trembling in His presence; deliriously glad
Two eyes not enough to see Him, the saviour prince
I came out in peace, and my heart is content
As no earthly riches can give me such ecstasy
His enigmatic smile! I wonder what Balaji meant.
Again I'd be summoned, that is my fantasy!