Bonfire by any other name

Across communities, after winter, there’s bonfire, Bhogi  and Lhori,

Customary traditions, all ancient and hoary.

Old things are burnt and give up their ghost-

(Only now, many people prefer to compost!)

But though my thought processing and retrieval turn slow,

I shall hoard my old memories and never let go.

I cherish my children’s prattle, my grandkids’ baby-talk;

Bedtime songs and stories in a long gone winter dark.

I have junked my old curtains to let the fresh breezes blow,

But old photo albums I shall never let go!

If my experiences and memories I lose or revoke

I’ll become just a spire of insubstantial smoke!


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