So
You are done with the celebrations
they organized for You?
The pandhals, the poojas
the mass incantations
the fruits, flowers and incense,
The bhog packed
In gaily coloured paper boxes
The crowds, sweating into each other
the priests
The ornate jewellery on You
put away in safe deposit boxes
for the next six months
Some say it was Rama, Rama
All the way
Some say you are His sister
bringing you a pedigree
You never needed
The nine nights are over,
I look up and see
the Nine Planets
o Their arial obeisance to you
Accompanied by countless galaxies
Yet unnamed, unlabeled
By human beings who think
They have enacted
Your killing me, successfully
These last days, I ran the gamut
of the Nine rasaas, sages talk about
My Nine bodily points
throbbed with Your ambient presence
since the very first day I saw You
The yugas may come
the way they have passed by,
And no one knows but You,
that I celebrate eternally
My love for You
And yes, even the death
that love brought me.
