Seeking is fraught

The sky is a pastel blue now

Clear of all clouds 

You won't believe

It had just rained 

If you had not seen

The drizzle coming down

This is a festival month

Invoking the dark goddess

The procession of devotees

In yellow clothes and with milk pots

Pauses time and traffic 

The temple is not too far

But I have not entered it

For so many years now

There are no more prayers

Left in me, for seeking is fraught;

The devotion of the others

Is touching, the faith that keeps

Them going year after year even

After they saw the skies fall and

There was no one to stop the fall.