Ashtami.


It is ashtami

not good to me

she says all sad

why ? it is bad

I ask her  with concern

she could not discern

she nods her head this way

then her head goes the other way

I stare at her  for quite some time

she went on with her rhymes

ashtami is not good for me

being the one in a plea

superstition has gone deep

it has risen up steep

hard to shake her of the belief

being immersed into it without relief

I find my way out of it  i in haste

as  her thoughts are not to my taste.

 

 

 

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