Lord of 7 Hills, your grace knows no bounds;
Your idol is situated amidst hillocks and mounds.
You are a 7 Hills Lord, living in Five Star style;
You’re not visible easily, people trek many a mile.
You extract a heavy price, for a mere glance of you;
Your mystery is as puzzling as the Vast Blue.
When your devotee prays fervently, you grant any boon;
This strengthens, faith, as boons come soon.
It is said that your marriage was an expensive affair;
The cosmic vaults emptied, bankers suffered a nightmare.
The yearly income at your temple, is the interest on your loan;
Getting this income is easy, as you have repeatedly shown.
In proportion to man’s faith in you, wishes are granted;
Offerings at your temple, towards loan repayment accounted.
Your word has spread across many a land and ocean;
The resulted of every granted wish, inspired devotion.
One sure way for a devotee, is to sacrifice to you by day;
For you, making miracles happen, is child’s play.
Is this another way of surrendering everything to you?
You’re the Genesis, the Goal, the Actor and Act too.
Lord, you’re just great, be that way always please;
When I’m in a city, I recall Vedic chants and cool
breeze.
Just as the salad is tastier with the right dressing;
7 Hills environment makes your audience a blessing.
When I climb up 7 Hills, I recollect the adage:
‘Temples were atop hills, to be recalled each age’.
7 Hills Lord, I ask no boon, but grant this in part;
I hope for those who read this, you’re established in heart.
It is said Lord Balaji is the richest deity on earth;
A trip to Tirumalai Hills, imperative, in this birth.