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.
Destiny Poets
Uniting and celebrating the best "Writers" and "Poetry" from around the world centred out of Destiny Church Wakefield
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!
Love,
Lopa.
Insightful and incisive in dealing with everyday issues and concerns
Vibrant and emotive.
A very touching write.Sometime we need to look at other faces of society. A great job indeed.
respected Sir thanks a ton for your words of praise