A rivulet thronged,
Obeisance to the rising sun,
Celebrations...
Rituals performed at chill dawn.
Burst of crackers,
Twilight sky illuminated,
Earthen lamps lit,
Fragrance in the atmosphere.
The wait ended,
As the sun appeared on the horizon,
Knee-deep in water,
The devotees offered their oblation.
[Published in the e-journal 'Indian Review' on 2 January 2012]
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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