On a train's journey,
two days we did ride,
Filled with laughter
and fun by our side.
Through fields and towns,
the landscape passed by,
Excitement building
as Orissa drew nigh.

In Puri, Jagannath
Temple stood tall,
Where blessings
upon us did fall.
Chants and rituals
filled the air,
Spiritual moments
we all could share.

Konark's Sun Temple,
a marvel so grand,
Carved in stone,
a masterpiece planned.
Stories of old in each
carving told,
History and beauty,
legends unfold.

Bhubaneswar's Lingaraj,
ancient and wise,
Where Shiva's grace
meets seeking eyes.
Towering spires
in devotion's embrace,
A sacred journey,
time and space.

Beside Odisha's seas,
joyous laughter rang,
Waves dancing
and the sunlight sang.
Family bonds,
moments so sweet,
In memories woven,
hearts complete.

Grandpa told the history
of Orissa, rich and grand,
Of ganga dynasty's king,
and this sacred land.
Of King Narasimhadeva,
who built the
Sun Temple so high,
A marvel of architecture
that reaches the sky.

Granny taught us the story of
Lord Jagannath divine,
How he came to Puri,
and blessings so fine.
From Vishnu’s wooden form,
his journey so grand,
Brought by King Indradyumna
to this sacred land.

Dad, an army man, taught ...