Monday, August 22, 2011

On Janamashtami

Early morning,
lazy day,
an hour here,
a late lunch there,
the dull pace of a holiday.

A god was born,
Somewhere today,
Shouldn't there be,
Rituals to follow,
In a celebratory way.

The morning rush,
A vague sense of delay,
The petty pace,
Of a routine workday,
I miss it on a holiday.

Two giggling girls run away,
They've stolen flowers,
I indulgently, smile it away,
That's my way of,
Commemorating God's birthday.

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