When Onam* was over,
The remnants were
Some unused plantain leaves.
After the The Id festival, it was
Stale meat in the larder.
When Christmas was celbrated
The left overs were
Chistmas Cards that smelt of stale wine.
When the Holi festival was over
The bottles with coloured water paints
Were left out.
Vishu passed out leaving rotten flowers,
And cucumbers, set as an auspices sight
For that morning, to greet the New Year.
Came the Valentine day, leaving many
A used condoms on the beach.
When the election fever was over, the relics
Were the burnt effigees,flags, and pamphlets.
That no one cared.
The recycle bin of the mind is
Filled up with remnants of such celebrations,
Unable to be emptied at all.
When all the festivities are over
On the eve of life, we will be squandering
In the mad mad darkness of a fearful night
Groping for our onward paths.
- onam= A FESTIVAL IN THE SOUTHERN PART OF INDIA ESP. KERALA LASTING FOR A WEEK