A little late, I must confess. But here is today’s assignment, a ballad with an assonance on neighbourhood. This one’s all about today’s festival, in India, the beginning of Navratri. So here’s one to it! I hope you like it!
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There the stage lits up,
Next to my house
Loud beats of the drums,
And slogans in the name of Devi;
Celebrations in my cup,
Sorrows all dowse.
The girl in red in the middle,
With trident in one hand
And the other painted henna
Meant to give blessings,
The Devi steps out of the puddle,
Of people; onto the stage decorated with sand.
Her white drape, bordered red,
Glimmers, As one of the devils,
All dressed and painted black
Comes running after her with his spear,
In return, she stares, kohl lined, red eyed,
And the devil & his deeds, what she kills.
This was quite a bit about the ongoing Indian festival. A scene at Ahmedabad and Kolkata is a must watch for those wanderers, who wish to visit India. N yes, Happy Navratra to everyone!