A rush and a push starts,
Navaratri is at the door,
Diwali is round the corner.
Cloth shops are invaded.
Groceries make hay.
Gold turns crazy,
Men swipe the card
lines appear in the forehead,
as they check the bank balance,
Women scout and search
engage in a buying spree
ticking the items bought,
Children’s intercept now and then
seems most unholy by the parents.
They keep harping in spite of threats.
An annual celebration dithers
the apprehension so far prevalent
ushering a jubilation long awaited.
Meenas Poems 