Autumn

Autumn came it With the kash grassy blooms Dancing in the wind, The dew drops dripping Late into the night, The cchatims tree blossoms Hanging in clusters And with them Durga Devi Coming. The kash blooms Atop the tall standing grasses By the marshy plots Of the river banks Just like the white beards Of the old men Or the beards of the old Santa Claus. The blossoms in clusters Of the old cchatim trees Fragrancing the eves Scented with So heavily, strongly, Enchanting the days With the whiffs carrying us way. And in the midst of all this, The onset of Devi coming On a boat or on horse back With the eyes cursory And dark black And historically mythical.