The sky is bright with colors,
lights up like a lover's eyes,
stars watch them in delight,
the grand festival of lights.
Every house gleam with burning diyas,
small lamps light the doorways,
sweet aroma welcomes the loved ones,
Diwali the festival of lights
Sparklers in tiny hands, smiling faces,
rockets rushing up into the sky,
flower pots gushing out lights,
fiery wheels go round and round.
The smoke rises from little crackers,
finds its way into the lungs,
keeps my little one coughing all night,
his eyes is now not so bright.
The air heavily smoked tumbles down,
heavy with lead, zinc and nitrates,
the sky is choked, stars are teary eyed
Diwali the festival of the rich.
Lamps lit on the moonless Diwali night
signifies the end of darkness of ignorance
and the beginning of light that enlightens all
but on this bright night we burn like fools.
Reshma Ramesh
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/happy-diwali-2/
