This day we welcome the wealth goddess
Asking her favors, new clothes and gold
Husbands’ love, life and joy, job and kids.
We do not need brooms and bath room
Slippers with a bit of darkness skewered
On golden day of wealth and happiness.
A dark sister of the wealth goddess waits
On the staircase , with bare neck devoid
Of the golden hues of wealth, loose hair
In full disarray, on a bareback of poverty.
Behind ,she stands sadly on a door frame
Gaily decked in painted flowers, brooding
On her heavy deprivation, sibling rivalry.
The marigolds sing in a heavenly beauty.
Their dust flies in face in a soft fragrance.
The stories told make us rich, husbands
Long living, loving and leveraging wallets.
Let us slam door shut in the sister’s face.
(Lakshmi the goddess of wealth is welcome in the homes but her sister Jyesta who comes riding on an owl, represents ugliness and squalor and is turned away at the door)