Festivals Poem by Aayush Pandey

Here comes the festival,
Festival of love, and resplendence.
The festival of everyone.
But, It's not for everyone.

The celebration that is
All built on the hassle firm of fragmentation,
Rich and poor,
Big and small,
High-toned and low-toned.
And,
You'll feel the irrational
Pain of festive
When you compel your soul,
To stoop too low for
Food, clothes and happiness.
(A crooked smile)
As hologram for Dashain.
Elegant for Tihar.

You can't 'Let it go',
Even if you will to
'Cause,
There's a reputation to keep,
Relations to maintain,
Monetary blessings to achieve.
All for the festival
Less of the festive,
With more of everything,
Other than the festive.


Published on The Kathmandu Post as on Oct 28,2014