The last days of Chaitra
With the Neel Puja,
The Charak
And the Shiva Gajan
Passing,
Heralding a new one,
Baisakh,
Thirsty earth, parching earth
Waiting for the showers
To take by.
Shiva bhoktas and sanyasis
On an outing
Shiva devotees and worshippers,
Griha-tyagis in the temple courtyard
Seasonign the body with
Sadhna and tapashya
And the nightlong festivity
With the invocation,
In prayer and submission to Shiva,
The acrobatic swings,
The song, dance, bhakti and tradition
All mixing up.
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