Bolbam!

An unrelenting procession heading to the hallowed home
swaddled in saffron, go-go bags strapped on the chest
trudging barefoot on a sweltering path, miles
head still, body unresponsive to the deafening honk
thralled in the unflinching devotion for Lord Shiva
multitudes flocking the strait lanes into a human sea
seemingly a massive exodus of those in ochre 

a journey to a sanctuary 

an odyssey to the holy Pashupath 

accompanied by synchronous chants

BolBam ! Bolbam !