Childhood Memories of Losar New clothes under pillows Are fresh of smell And sharp of crease. The morning lies veiled In the mysteries of purple light. How long this twitching and turning continue Till from teasing sleep I come walking To virginal lights of the Losar morning- To reminiscent hustle and bustle- To sweet fragrance of burnt juniper Mother offers rice cakes to gods Father blesses with crisp rupee notes Men, women, children drink chang. Bend a little on the knees Spin on your heels and toes A - tishoo! a - tishoo! We all have fun. - Guru T. Ladhaki For Solved Exercises of this poem, click on the link below: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCJTgYmbQGweWg7n1IMh3PCA/join