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The new year
sevai simmers 
on the flame.
Sweet aroma 
of milk thickening
in the pan, juiced 
with raisins and nuts, 
overhangs the house. 

A singing 
procession of 
men and women
drift through
the cypress shadows. 
In their chorus 
rings Tagore's 
songs, welcoming
Boisakh, the first
summer month. 

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The new year sevai simmers on the flame. Sweet aroma of milk thickening in the pan, juiced with raisins and nuts, overhangs the house. A singing procession of men and women drift through the cypress shadows. In their chorus rings Tagore's songs, welcoming Boisakh, the first summer month. Conch shells are blown. Its echo thinned by a splitting wind, as Bengal wakes to merrry by the banks of Ganges. A pink strand of the rising sun slants through the skylight. The milk is now settled in the pan, as I look for you. Wouldn't you come and check the sugar in our new beginnings? © Sobhan #NaPoWriMo #30YearsOfPoetry #YQBaba #Poetry #Philosophical

15 APR AT 7:38