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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