it is Friday,
my day to go
 to the temple.

On the way, I 
 list the songs 
I have to sing.

Also draw a full 
schedule of 
 the prarthanas .

On reaching the shrine
 my voice gets stuck.
as i try to sing,

Closing my eyes ,
 I attempt to put forth 
 my wishes.

Aiyaoo ! My memory fails 
 I keep looking at her,

She casts a benign look.
I know your predicaments .
 No worries , I will  take care. 

A red rose 
falls on her feet.
I pick the one,

and walk. My voice  clears,
the songs and the prarthanas 
line in queue.


By meenas17

A lover of classical Carnatic music.
An avid reader, passionate writer, into stocks and investments for livelihood

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