Hark! The rhythm

Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these appar...

Monday, January 13, 2020

Defying winters

Embers of passion,
defying solemn winters.
Folks, making merry.
Around the bonfire,
gratitude and revelry.
Life, celebrated.
Howling icy winds,
silenced, their grim might broken.
Strong, the zeal to live.
Echoes of folk songs,
vibrating through the dark night.
Spirit, thus kindled.
The sun reclaims reign,
the sultry siestas past.
Zestful, the kites soar.



Heartiest greetings for Lohri and Makar Sakranti
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