Here the season comes,
With mud, straw and fumes.
Workers create the idols of goddess,
Fragrance spread all over in accordance.
Creative minds works day and night,
Strokes are given, holding brushes tight.
All over city pandals are created,
Some with leaves, some jutes are knitted.
This is the month many stalls arrive,
Delicious stuff and lip smaking dishes I like.
Magical lights dances like fire,
Bound with friends in best attire.
Author :: Sukhvinder Kaur
