Weddings and festivals keep coming
a compulsory attendance has to be marked
belonging to a community small in number
with almost all turning relatives
the presence is a must
the clan engage in a tradition peculiar
handing out gifts for all happenings
be it for birth, puberty, marriage,
house-warming and the last being death
must be astonished to note this abnormality
which now has turned tiring and exhaustive
as the age picks up with great speed
there is a demand for rest greatly
the body has become so worn out
squatting being the custom of ours
hard to fold the legs into two
as the knees ache and cry desperately
Oh! literally I could hear my knees
emit a creak and a shriek
once having sat down with effort
it is another wrestle and tussle
to get up from the folded posture
positioning after that with a stretch subtle
any bold move would become visible
have to walk towards the dining
first with a stagger and slant
with the warm up after few steps
I regain the normal poise and face
the food so lavish and delicious
with dishes too many to work on
like to take the little I can
finally come out bidding adieu
with a broad smile and wi
folded hands
the most unlike of me in the normal go
with that comes the end of my sojourn
for a particular occasion almost.
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