A rivulet thronged,
Obeisance to the rising sun,
Rituals performed at chill dawn.
Burst of crackers,
Twilight sky illuminated,
Earthen lamps lit,
Fragrance in the atmosphere.
The wait ended,
As the sun appeared on the horizon,
Knee-deep in water,
The devotees offered their oblation.
Geetima Sarma writes on Indian Review. Geetima Baruah Sarma is a freelance writer and poet from Assam.