Dusserah, Festival Of Bulls Poem by Upendra Majhi

My mother is 86 years old,
when I was6 years old,
me and my mom,
my aunt and my brother
went for Dussera festival,
the fair of bulls on Dusserrah,
victory to all, hipip hurrah,
we crossed river Nalia,
river in full spate,
my mom asked me to hold boat
in good grip andtight,
Across the river,
the shop of chocolate,
two types, mom bought
one small and spherical,
other big and cubical,
godi and nadiaakoraa,
one and five paisa
small one she gave to me,
big to brother to his glee,
That saddened me and I stood,
refused to take, did not move,
she said, you come, will give bigger
I stood my ground, saying never
All of them went away, saying
bulls will come soon, not coming,
I stood where I stood, saying nothing
Soon bulls came, as it was their fair,
three thousand of them, black and fair
big, strong and with long horn,
I stood alone,
bulls ran amock colourful cloth worn
My mom disowned me that day.
as she saw me from a hideout
saying no point in feeding this guy.
he knows not Darwin's survival.
That was the only festival.