Poem 102 : The Bubbling Pot

 The Bubbling Pot
                               - T ABRAHAM 


Bubbling in happiness and joy,

My heart is bubbling,

The cheerful and pure blood,

Fills up my limbs and soul,

The season has come here,

After a fortnight plus one,

It is bubbling everywhere,

Pots with milk, jaggery and rice,

Turmeric as it's spice,

The one which fights the germs,

Germs of sadness and gloom.

The year blooms with a lots of happiness,

The sweetness is shared everywhere,

People on their glamorous colours,

Strolling around everywhere,

It is the tradition they say,

It is a happiness today,

The pot bubbles with foam,

And with a joyous air,

They all went home.

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