Through the umbrella the rain
Drips on my head and does not
Mind falling on a balding pate
That does not look like growing
Back again for all the herbal oil
Smeared lovingly on it every day
I secretly wanted to get wet like
This, not enough to catch a cold
Yet enough to remember it by ----
The eye drops cannot be skipped
For tears are good for dryness
Brought on by numbing scrolling
I loftily look at all those taking
Shelter before wayside shops
The Mary shrine is all lit up for
Her weeklong festival close on
The heels of the Mari temple fete ---
We pray to both when we stir out
And when we come back unscathed.
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