Haibun
‘Riches
and Rigmarole
a necessary syndrome of
our setup’
It is a
spacious reception hall illumined
with glow
and glitter of auspicious Lamps, shine
with
silk and sandal paste, rose and jasmine,
aromatic ambiance and orchestral
melody ;
Scented flowers and green betel leaves and
bouquets and ghee smell emanating from
The buffet
corner. Bridal decorations and
visitors thronging the
hall, guests coming
and greetings going on.
Joy unbounded and satisfaction of the parents on both sides , heaving
a sigh of relief
that responsibility is over . So much of waste in the reception hall, plantain leaves
and food thrown out . What is waste is culled out by a
small urchin with a seasoned bag in rags.
But there
is also another journey
that begins
elsewhere. Beginning to an
unknown place,
Unexpected most of times, not
desired too.
Self, wondering
why there is disparity in creation, could be attributed to individual Karma or
His
inexplicable Design?
At the end of Life...
Silkworms die enmasse
Silken petals
decor hearse
rag picker searches
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