The sun is born again

A fiery chariot is back on beanleaf
As a memory and sun is born again.
Smoky sweet rice is mom’s memory
Of she who has since turned smoke.
In her smoke I await a blinding sun.

(Today is Rath Saptami festival , the day on which the sun’s chariot turns towards the northern hemisphere . It is also the day of the sun’s birth)

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