Sunday Poems By Ketaki Datta

Sunday Poems By Ketaki Datta

Lord Jagannath

The chariot goes down, Down memory lane, With all the chintzy decors And the colourful streamers-- With all of us running diehard To touch the rope of Lord's cart! After a tussle, petty not-you-but-I scuffle, Elbowing our way through The sea of devotees, We jumped up to the less-thronged path To have a bite at jalebis, A crunch of papads, A swig of slurpy malai-chaanch! How funny those days were! Lord Jagannath meant savouries, Lord Jagannath stood for camaraderie, And all foolish pranks and Bonds of love!  

Rath/Ultarath

Rath is a word, which gives us goosebumps, Ultarath is something that eases off goosebumps! What remains there in between? Love for all, nothing narrow or mean!