From the temples that embodied the mountains of history
Was born a river, ancient and full of mystery,
Her life, embellished by love, and touched by Goddesses,
Nevertheless, obstructed repeatedly by the boulders of prejudice,
And plagued by misunderstandings, even avarice.
Yet, she is resplendent, as the stars of recognition shined,
She is truly sculpture in motion, she is visual, she is art I find,
Her gentle demeanour confers a profound peace of mind,
Her rhythmic ripples create an umbrella of calm, her serenity divine.
As she streams, gushes and trickles from place to place,
She crafts connections, unbreakable, everlasting and unfazed,
Joining us to the lords in the heavens, who have furnished us with this life,
Caressing the world with love, in spite of her uncherished strife
And with a feeling of ease that cleanses the soul
She sways, flows and meanders, her blessings unfold,
The raindrops of worries, the storms she addresses,
Rejuvenating the living beings whom she blesses.
The S shaped Tribhangi, reflects the bends of her life,
Tribulations filled journey, usher in a mystical delight,
Lyrical and sensuous, she brings me closer to my God,
I dance in harmony, my soul in sync, my heart unflawed,
Enhanced in devotion, my senses awake, leaving me awed.
And so, I marvel at the magic of the river of Odissi,
Yours is not just a graceful movement perfectly aligned,
You cradle buds and the beauty in flowers you refine,
You set me on a path of learning with a steep incline,
My hands come together, my invocatory prayer in my mind,
And then I am in motion, my movements skilfully combined,
My body a conduit, my salvation defined,
Enriched in mind, in body and my psyche,
In you, the perfect inspiration I find.