September
The first month ending with “ber”
Has arrived and it shows in the weather
Patches of dark clouds are still loitering about
in the open fields of
the sky.
Spill over of August
They just fall whenever they feel like, anywhere.
At dawn when a soft light heralds a day
A misty ghost hovers over the ponds and streams
Waiting for the sun to raise its head
The cow shed at the end of the farm looks black
September is a girl child
With thoughts and emotions slowly maturing
Along with her body
Days are getting shorter
And the air is getting cooler little by little
Taking us to autumn and then to winter
September, when we can hear
Sounds of puja drums approaching
The smell of new dresses in the market
The anticipated joys and pleasures
September is the first sip of wine
Pleasant to tongue and gradually
Gripping the body and mind of the drinker!
September is not for slumber
Trim the roses for the plants are eager
To sprout new leaves
And plant the cuttings to raise new saplings
Life is eager to express in new music
Cover the tiny roots of chandramallika
Into expectant earth
They will bloom to welcome the Savior!
Fri, Sept 7, 2018
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