A parade of souls
and a few frightened cows
were busy in their redemption games.
Diyas were lit to clean karma
and whitewash the black lungs.
Caught in these dangerous hopes
the Peepal tree and the hornbills
too joined the parade.
Divine silence was filled with the
graffiti of chants and it grew louder
as the rain romanced with the airy sounds.
City river with the ads of oracles
welcomed the priest and the pilgrims
with its wide forearms and orphaned waterbirds.
A dog and its war buddies
with bad twisted tails
ate rice while the frog
sang something vice.
Thy Vox 
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