Holiday

Holiday

You came from a village,
Sari tucking up,
Oil oozing out into
Your forehead,
Your tightly hung pigtail

with a ribbon,
bath by the well,
a relished custom,
now a shower
is ever once you

stepped into the city,
a lavender aroma
you imbibe in the
oval shaped bath tub,
for hours together,


I made a Holyday of my Holiday
assigning the task of cleaning
and wiping the floor, to you,
which you refused, for you are
a totally changed city girl.

forgetting your roots.
I sit before the idols
closing my eyes, while
the TV is on with full
volume before you,

for you the Holiday,
for me the Holyday.