Paddy plants in neck deep water
greening earth moist
and cool
cloud washed skies scrubbed for paint
less sweaty turbaned figures rise
on improvised ladders with mortar
teasing young women carrying bricks,
school kids, office clerks
all wait
for Mother’s grand
arrival
to replenish and bless them
once in every Autumn.
Shops open day and night,
mannequins in exotic designs
entice young and old,
the would be brides
dream to
saunter royally in Elysian parks
with new strangers for new love.
The sick and the poor pray in pandals
decorated like Buckingham Palace
squeezed and pressed in pushing crowd
the rich like non chalant tourists
drive past the gold and silver Devi
from a horny distance in a hurry
to taste the new brand of Whisky.
Devi’s unchanging smiles
continues till it melts,
this year too I wait with the same
dazzling faith for everything bumper:
crops, happiness all time festive joy
shutting up my fate in the horoscope.
Sabita Sahu
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