Dia De Muertos
Nov 4 · 2 min read

Our people
Our people. Our love
Not here
But everywhere now
In a crescent moon
And its light falling on altars
Full of jasmines and stars
Of soft faces of our fleeting skies
My curious feet
And the bunch of red roses
On my struggling hair
All remembering your eyes
Remembering your eyes
Keeping your gaze safe in our memory
Of the day of the dead
—
Vaishali P



Some pictures of Day of the dead celebrations in Olvera Street, Los Angeles


