Last Day
...............
She must be tired
Standing immobile
Doesn't she get cramps
Or be flustered by the crowds
She isn't under an electric fan
Doesn't she sweat
Or feel uncomfortable
Yesterday her fans
Gave her gifts of beautiful sarees
Fruits, sweets,flowers,candles
Does she really need these?
What she does need
Is universal acceptance
Of the age-old dictum
Unconditional universal freedom
Freedom from hatred,lies,deceit
Why bother our mortal heads
Over such deep philosophy
Let's enjoy the festivities
With mind, heart & soul
Bear with the punishment
For just another few hours
With heavy hearts we'll
Bid you goodbye
With beats of drums
Without a single sigh
So beautiful
It's a wonderful piece of writing.
Thanks Bondhu
Thanks Bondhu
©bishu
To Sigh
between transitory states is the edge we walk. ~A~