With divine blessings

                                       Folk festival at Chitrakala Parishat (Year 2004)

The festivities begin,
The air incensed,
And the minds fresh,
We look at ourselves,
All over again.

I can now pass, my exams,
That remained a nightmare,
When years later,
In all my dreams,
The thresholds reappeared.

I can now celebrate,
With the Gods in neighborhood,
Come home, to banish,
All that was hated, and ugly,
With divine blessings.