Onam and Hallelujah

Isn’t it the scent of Onam?
I ponder at the blue sky
just out from a dance
with the raindrop.

A desire grows, burns my skin,
as I strum existential strings,
to hop o’er wet patches of grass,
pluck flowers, fly kites
and sing Hallelujah in Malayalam.
Onam, emotions eternal,
becomes now,
a prayer ethereal…

– Leslie

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