Makar Sankranti Poem by Nikita kumari

Gathering all the colours of joy
to etch this journey of convoy
colours slip into beautiful curves
on the land from the hand which surfs...

Boys run past each house on streets
they halt to wish and collect the treats
the colour of tradition suits everyone
and the curves of 'braid' look better than 'bun'.

This is a celebration of new beginning
when days are prolonged and night goes dwindling
A festival of embers, colours and pickles,
celebrated when farmers' golden lands crave for sickles...