The festival of lights

In the darkness abound,
A small lamp burns quietly.
The air is filled with smoke and stench
Of crackers and money going up in smoke.
A boy lights up the stolen candle,
To light up his hut a little more.
And tells himself,
“Happy Diwali”
Enjoy the festival of light.

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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.

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