Festival of Lights or…

I could not enjoy
I could not revel in this festival of lights,
Once I saw them stealing
my earthen lamps and candles.
I caught them easily.
Before I could shout at them,
they glared at me,
“We did not do any crime,”
“We too want some lights in our dingy huts”
Diwali for us was just another day for them
I went with them to see the wretched place.
thatched roofs or broken stolen tin sheds
was the house they referred to with pride.
Drunken man,lying on the floor,
a mother out to work as whore.
what could I utter,
other than speechless sighs and silent tears
yet they had hopes in eyes not fears.
I handed them the candle bunch and added few more,
coming back,the festivities tasted so sour.

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About Nalini Srivastava

I am an Indian.I write to let go of myself.It is my catharsis.My biggest inspiration is my son and every passing moment of life.I am a teacher by profession and the way I love to write ,I love to teach.With my one solo poetry book already published "Feminine Musings" hope many more will see the light.

5 thoughts on “Festival of Lights or…

  1. Lopa Banerjee

    This is such a searing, poignant poem on Diwali! Such a fitting tribute to the paraphernalia, the celebrations that people are seeped in, and the other end of the world where the dilapidated life is the only reality! Sending you lots of love, hugs and light, as you continue to empathize with the lesser endowed ones of our Mother earth!



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