Five gold coins and a puja souvenir
***** Five gold coins and a puja souvenir ***** The curtains are finally lifted.. Roadside speakers have got the new chartbusters played And the handsome pandals painted in gold and jittery red . The streets have worn the look of a new bride... Colorful tubes dangling from the wires And the crowds decked up in their best attires... Straddling along, enjoying their lazy rides. A little far from the hustle bustle of the town The old man entered the thatched low-roof hut. In his creaking wooden bed did he sit down, Keeping aside the burning tobacco-butt. He took out a pouch from his shabby khadi kurta And started counting the day’s earning.. Off the last remaining idols of Maa Durga. The coins jingled... A tiny tot rushed in And into grandpa’s cot. With sparkling eyes, and a heart that grew quick wings Did she search over the untidy bed - For the packet she knew...would have her puja-time dreams. That, just like these pas
