Treasure Island

Indira Renganathan


Hopes


Braying are we.
Praying are they
For want of rain, found a way.
We feel honoured to get wedded.
Hence cornered and here seated.
A perfect ritual with right wedding attire
Arranged exclusively for their rain desire.
Clad in silk saree and dothi
Glad with flower garlands are we.
Our long ears tied with flower drops,
Sindhoor and holy ash adorning our foreheads,
A traditional music band in high spirits,
With hundreds of guests in high cheers,
The priest conducting with customary incantion,
The holy knot is tied in ovation.
Blessed are we.Cursed is the drought.
Wedding for the rains to be brought.
Untied now are our hind legs.
Happily kicking we run wagging our tails.
Any more donkey wedding? We're your hopes.

Submitted: Tuesday, May 06, 2008

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