CHILDHOOD MEMORIES OF LOSAR

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

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