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Meet Me At the Square

Meet me at the square
That is what I continue to hear
Meet me at the square before the close of the year
I know that your calendar is full
But create an extra page for me
So that we can meet face to face
and discuss my destiny
I want to look into your beautiful eyes
And understand your sarcastic  smiles
Meet me at the square and you will have nothing to fear
The spirits are getting restless
They are running around everywhere
They have taken over the cats 
I can hear them screaming far and near
I have been wandering around all night
Putting up a terrible fight
I just couldn’t fall asleep
It’s as if I had something important to complete
I went through the door a little after five
To breathe fresh air and mingle with the morning tide
The streets were bare and empty
The guard at the gate was fast asleep
And everything was quiet in the street
Day light was floating in the air 
but I had nothing significant to share.
I walked a block down the street and sat on a column 
At the cross road to relax my cumbersome soul
I felt like someone was in control of me and controlling everything I do
I have traveled thousands of miles to detach myself from everything
But I still find myself at the center of everything
I sat at the square for a while viewing the early morning traffic passing by
Vendors hurrying on scooters and motorbikes with produce tied to the back
While some people were just going home from their New Year’s celebrations
Women latched on to the back of their men and covering their faces
to conceal the early morning embarrassment
I watched them spring up from all corner of the road
moving in a hurry before the day break
No moon was  visible in the sky 
and the stars hid quietly under the gray clouds
The red lantern hangs still on the the light post watching  people rumbling by
One by one they creep out of their holes gearing up for the morning show
Women came out with their long brooms, sweeping the dusty and leafy streets
It has been three days since the New Year appear
And after three days they can sweep the pavement
Without fear of losing their new year’s luck
Is it tradition or superstition?
Every culture has its own illusion
We all can create one and send it to the heavenly one
I still don’t know what to do to make me sleep
The stars are not sparkling in the sky
And the moon is not rolling by
Its hard to fantom the other side of nature
I sat at the crossroad where the four roads meet
East, West, North and South positioned at my feet
All I have to do is to make a choice 
and I will know what I am about no matter which direction I go
We will all meet at the crossroad that leads to the main road
I sat there in the early morning pondering this truth
And examine things from the deep root
I have shaken off the top soil to get a clearer picture
Hundreds of lantern lined up along the street
Carrying a hidden secret that is so deep
Four lanterns attached to each light post
Symbolizes the dead and is positioned
To guide the wandering and restless spirits home
It did not dawn on me until I examine them carefully
I found myself at the crossroad not by coincident
It is where all the spirits meet by providence
To surrender their ill-will and follow the lights from the lantern to
to find a sacred resting place
Many things transpire at the square 
So meet at the square when the road is clear.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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