by Sankari Prasad Sarkar
As the year closes, I hear
a persistent whisper,
“Are you ready for the show
where all will gather and glow?
Are you ready with a paean
to sing in chorus with and join
all in the glittering show?”
No, I would like to drop a hint.
I do not want to be a part of the pageant---
a splendid spectacle or an enchanting ensemble.
I swear that I am no swagger.
I am on the side of a beggar
who shivers in cold winter
and hopes to weather the weather.
©2016 Sankari Prasad Sarkar
Dec 28, 2015
Last updated May 01, 2016