The Tenth Day

Of no insignificance It held when in a summer's noon We had April And we had autumn as well And we gathered at a place Where stretched a pond over acres Of land and we sat beside it to comply with rituals So keen the razor and so soft the touch of barbers' hands While shaving off hairs from our crown and face thus assigning the looks of a moon Bathed in the pale radiance of the sun Barely had we felt bodily pain But the cleavage of our brain Then slowly we made our way into water Had had a plunge or two, three or four Then came out With our bodies cleansed for the soul past Then wrapped up in the robe of fine Indian texture (dhoti) , White-coloured with a blue- black edge In a distance I could see souls Dipping very gently in water loving to splash about in their emotions Grasses around were plenty So cool and cute looked like heavenly Descendants sitting alone Meditating in outfit green And sometimes they were waving gently Even in the sultry Breeze of noon and the sun seemed sleeping A long sleep in mother's lap listening To the lullaby Of the song wind solemnly passing by And of no irrelevance It held when we had the reminiscence Of dear ones Loved so much once Whose faces shone Bright through sailing the tide of bond in the fair sunshine Against the body of water of the pond Now seemed Turning unto an ocean beside my eye And I could see The frigate of day and night cruising along That perennial route leading To a country pure, aloof and mystifying Where our loved ones were waiting Though unheard of either stacked in snow or stuck in a storm For it flows unceasingly through in harmony and rhythm We were cheered not at her poise and form So fast, a conjurer mesmerizing with her scheme