Debdatta Ganguly is a feature writer with Kindle magazine. She has studied Comparative Literature at Jadavpur University.

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Photo by Rohit K Dasgupta

the eyes of dark blue lotus,
smeared with the blackness of kohl,
look upon the bright chandelier,
that hangs high up, shimmering in its accord.
rhythmic chants merge with the sound of the dhak,
sweating men playing at it, enthused, joyous.
basanta breeze runs through the frizzy hair
of roadside children making merry.
the discomfort of crunchy new clothes
make way for a lot more of laughter,
splendid, very vivid, a joy of satisfaction.
lights, bright and elaborate decorate the city,
under the dark embroidered cloths of heaven.

the eyes of dark blue lotus,
smeared with the blackness of kohl,
lively as a jilking fawn.

and congregated they all
stand chanting prayers
of goodness and reverence
as one iris moves to compare
the whiteness of well a wrapped saree.
the air smells of life,
a life cocooned in glee,
with sudden intrusions of the aroma,
of well-cooked basmati rice.

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