A little rice for the crow
every afternoon,
I caw high and low
calling them to partake.
They fly down
as soon as they hear me.
peck the rice along ‘with
the veggies,
squirrels follow them,
mynahs wait for their turn
a banquet held in the corridor
that conjoin the garden.
I stay a little away
watching each one of them
chattering gibberish, crows
clean up the mess and depart.
The ritual is synonymous
of the ancestors participation
in the daily events, deemed
as an acknowledgement by the progeny.
Deriving strength from mythological
allusions and beliefs I keep going .
on smoothened pastures and roughened
terrains with facility and felicity.
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