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