Essence of festivity
As I open my eyes to a morning of festivity
As I open my eyes to joy and gaiety.
Corporeal free-spiritedness touch my inside
To face rough life, I feel I am ready.
As autumn strikes my land of colors
As autumn spreads its hue.
The sky turns an intimate blue
How jollity strikes my life of race, I certainly have no clue.
My ear imagines the rhythm of “Dhak”
As my nose smells divine smoke.
My triple eyed Mother is soon to reach me
As my being will in celebrations soak.
With the smell of new clothes filling all homes
Impulsive shoppers running around.
The crowd, the make-up and unsaid love-stories
Each year 'Sharodutsab' leaves me astound.
Festivals are colorful bits of life
Festivals are phases of cheer.
Breathing fresh life into saddened hearts
Bonding the near and dear.