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In
the
realm
of
Goa,
where
legends
thrive,
A
temple
stands,
a
place
where
souls
derive,
Goddess
Kamakshi,
revered
and
adored,
In
Shiroda's
village,
her
presence
is
stored.
Once
in
Raia,
where
the
temple
first
stood,
The
Portuguese
regime,
with
destruction,
pursued.
To
save
the
idol
from
their
ruthless
hand,
A
potter
and
devotees
took
a
daring
stand.
Across
the
river,
they
stealthily
tread,
With
Goddess
Kamakshi's
idol,
their
hearts
full
of
dread.
Vazem
and
Bharbhat
witnessed
her
grace,
But
safety
eluded,
they
sought
a
new
space.
In
Thal,
Shiroda,
the
temple
found
its
home,
Where
devotees
gather,
no
longer
to
roam.
A
grand
entrance
gate,
majestic
and
tall,
Leads
to
the
temple
complex,
enchanting
all.
Inside,
the
Sabha
Mandap
stands
serene,
A
sacred
hall
where
devotion
is
seen.
A
water
tank,
tranquil
and
pure,
Reflects
the
divine,
a
sight
to
allure.
Gan,
the
square
chowk,
hosts
Prasad's
delight,
Where
rituals
unfold,
in
holy
rite.
Lord
Shiva
and
Vishnu,
their
presence
embraced,
With
Goddess
Laxmi
and
Goddess
Shanta
Durga,
graced.
On
New
Moon
Day,
Shri
Laxmi
Narayana's
palanquin,
Parades
through
the
temple,
a
sacred
scene.
Chaturdashi
brings
Shri
Rayehswar's
grand
display,
As
devotees
gather,
their
devotion
at
play.
Navratri,
a
festival
of
fervor
and
cheer,
Draws
devotees
near,
from
far
and
near.
The
air
fills
with
hymns,
the
spirit
alive,
As
Devi
Kamakshi's
blessings,
souls
strive
to
thrive.
In
the
Skanda
Purana,
the
legend
unfolds,
Of
Agnimukh's
son,
by
a
demon
controlled.
Hara
and
Hari,
the
protectors
wise,
Guided
him
to
Devi
Kamakshi,
the
deity
who
defies.
With
a
bolt,
she
struck
the
demon's
might,
In
defeat,
he
retreated,
vanquished
from
sight.
In
gratitude,
Agnimukh
pleaded
her
stay,
And
in
Rai,
she
resides
till
this
very
day.
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