Jhuma

In Sikkim  hills, where mountains kiss the sky,

Lies a tradition  under the divine eye.

Jhuma, they call it, a practice old and true,

Where girls become goddesses, in red and blue.

In far-western lands, where tales are told,

Young maidens are chosen, pure as gold.

They adorn the throne, as living divine,

Believed to hold blessings, like sweetest wine.

Their footsteps sacred, their laughter bright,

As they reign over villages, day and night.

With flowers in their hair, and innocence so clear,

They bring hope and solace, dispelling every fear.

Yet time takes its toll, and girlhood wanes,

Jhuma must return to earthly plains.

She sheds her divine form, with a tender sigh,

A mortal once again descends to die.

But in memories lingering, her presence stays,

A symbol of faith, in mysterious ways.

For Jhuma's tale, though strange it may seem,

Reflects the beauty of a timeless dream.

In Sikkimise hearts, where traditions dance,

Jhuma's spirit lives on, in every glance.

For she embodies purity, in its purest hue,

A reminder of divinity, in me and you.

~Krishna Acharya

BIO: Krishna Acharya is an aspiring writer/poet from Ri-Bhoi, Meghalaya. A post graduate in English Literature and currently employed as PGT ENGLISH at PMSHRI School, Jawahar Navodaya Vidyalaya, Gomati, Tripura. He is the founder and Chief Editor of the poetic blog 'The Bard and the Ballard' and a Rising Star of the Global Poetic Forum Motivational Strips.