Pongal O Pongal

A free-verse poem

Photo by Ganesh Partheeban on Unsplash

Brimming, boiling, and streaming
with the milk, rice, and jaggery
are promises of new beginnings.
Minds flutter with fresh dreams
as chants and hymns reverberate
through bedraggled bones.
What started with burning pyres
of old dramas ends with people
combing the radiant streets
and peppering the visual delights
with their love-soaked breaths.
Even plastic smiles sprout flowers
in this festive season.
All that glitters here is unbridled joy.

©Kavya Janani. U

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