The Indian Soul

Draping a saree, donning a bindi and jewelry traditional

Then admiring myself in the mirror is a luxury occasional

While dressing up is always fun, this transformation

Quenches my soul-this is a celebration

Of my heritage, my roots, the vibrant culture of my homeland

A reminder of the rich textiles, of intricate craftsmanship grand

When I deck myself up in Indian finery like a queen

Before my mirror, I cannot help but preen..

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I usually dabble in quick recipes that do not take

Hours and hours of preparation to make

But when the festivities start, I go the long route to prepare

In a traditional manner, traditional Indian fare

The aroma of spices from my homeland serves

To feed my soul, to put salve on my nostalgic nerves..

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All gatherings are meant to have fun, but the communal celebration

Of our traditional festivals serves as a means of rejuvenation

For my mind that pines for celebrations of the past

This is an opportunity to make new memories that would last..

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By connecting with my culture I heed

My Indian soul’s overwhelming need