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43- A Naughty Gift

Ofcourse, I'll complain about that naughty fellow,

Who is clad in robes of gold and mellow yellow,

And devour the look on his upturned, repentant face,

When Maa Yashoda gives Him the un-escapable chase.

I make up my mind and suppress my smile,

When I imagine Maa pulling his ear in a while,

I gather my fluttering dupatta and flowing skirt,

And run across the lane to their home, to blurt,

About how hopelessly teasing each day he grew--

When my duppatta catches on a random, stray screw,

I roll my eyes, at the screw's minute twirls,

When a whisper of wind caresses my naughty curls,

"Follow me", it purred sweetly, lost--

in it's beauty, in a trance , my eyes glossed,

I walk in it's wake, trailing the faint scent of Tulsi,

I couldn't help my helplessness, as you clearly see.

It takes me to a bazaar filled with earrings,

Earrings large, earrings small, with tiny wings,

I wander aimlessly around when my eyes catch these,

Silver earrings dangling with three lovely Jimikis

Little peacock feathers inscribed on them,

They gleamed and shone like a true gem,

My heart calls out and yearns for the pair,

When a voice whispers behind, clear and fair,

"Promise me, that to Maiya you wouldn't complain,

And yours would become these Jhumkas again,

A blush creeps into my cheeks, I shut mine eyes,

Involuntarily and let myself satiate the surprise,

"I swear, my Lord", my voice frightens my own,

As a gentle feather touch grazes my soft jawbone,

A silent exhale redeems my lightning-struck spirit,

With my eyes still closed, I realise my eternal merit.

Soft, deft fingers along my ears, hung those pretty,

Jimikis on either lobe, ofcourse it was quite witty,

of Him, to escape easily and unscathed this way.

I dont mind, not at all, for I too had my own day today.

The cool breeze dies, and a profound solitude,

Crawls in, as my eyes open into my bedroom's seclude,

It had been another of those dreams, I think,

Groggily filled with sleep, I let my heart sink.

But as my fingers graze past my ears, my heart hammers,

As they feel the aesthetically clasped Jhumkas' glamour

Silent tears slip secretly down my sleepy face,

Not a dream, but a journey halfway in race.

I feel the peacock feathers engraved on either ring,

And sense my heart and arteries eternally sing,

I vow to find Him someday, someday soon,

So that I could once more become a full moon.