The sweets, the lights and greetings
Homecoming and mixed lit up feelings.
Some people are like crackers with noisy vibes
others are like diyas silently illuminating lives.
Decorated houses and lit up streets,
with souls both empty and deep.
Some fighting darkness within the self,
others trying to rise without any help.
Making rangoli patterns with just black and white,
to earn a simple living each day they fight.
They carve the statues of God with their hands,
wishing they could change their destinied lines.
But sometimes the fireworks and the chants aren't enough to equally ignite each and every life,
Some afford candles and lamps, others dwell on the sky with stars and moonlight.
©carpedium
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