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Tuesday, 16 September 2014
Travel
Some people are crazy
Bitten by the wander-lust bug
They would vie for
Looking at the same sun
Same moon and the same blue sky
To carve out a new meaning
They would risk their life
On the moon soil
Scratch their head
If they could have a mermaid
dance
In the Mariana Trench
In the pacific
And some would delve deep
Into their soul
Listening to the song
Of consciousness
Entreating them
To open their eyes
To the cosmic dance
In their whole being
Through countless births
We all live for this craziness
Because this is life
Harvest
In this land of festivals
Paddy harvesting
Brings color and joy
Many States
Celebrate harvesting
In diverse names
In Kerala it’s ‘Onam’
‘Bihu’ in Assam
‘Nabanna’ in Bengal
Tamil Nadu’s ‘Pongal’
From north to South
And east to west
All want to live in joy
In harmony and in peace
So in the name of harvest
No one misses the chance
To sing and dance
Design Rangoli*
In the hope
Of bringing good luck
Seeking happiness
And embracing tradition
*Traditional Indian decorations and patterns made
with ground rice, flour, colored sand, sawdust or flower petals done usually
during various festivals keeping both the art form and tradition alive.
Posted for Mary’s
prompt Harvest @ Poetry Jam
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