When I was a child, Diwali was keenly awaited
Over the years my joy has abated
Wonder if today's child even knows what Diwali is about?
The homecoming celebration in Ayodhya for Lord Ram
is forgotten, as his momentous, righteous victory, Raavan's rout
Wonder if today's child even knows what Diwali is about?
The homecoming celebration in Ayodhya for Lord Ram
is forgotten, as his momentous, righteous victory, Raavan's rout
Things have grown messier, noisier
In tune, perhaps, with our lives, busier
The city gets a 'fresh' dose of smoke
In a slagging match firecrackers run amok
Birds duck for cover, flying helter-skelter
Bird lovers try to provide them a comforting shelter
My ears are benumbed by the relentless pounding
Complemented suitably by lungs wheezing
The beautiful aerial displays get dulled by air grey
Festivities over, the suffocating smog is here to stay
Resolve my mind to do a somersault
Sift the irritants, with a smile, brave these assaults
For a dear Friend's words gave me a fresh insight
Cleared my mind, threw new light
'The biggest Festival of Lights is within'
Said he, on this I am certainly with him.
Said he, on this I am certainly with him.
The Friend I refer to here is Patrick Zimbardo.
His reply to a post of mine inspired this Poem.
Thank you, Patrick for these beautiful words of wisdom.
More about him on this LINK
Thank you, Patrick for these beautiful words of wisdom.
More about him on this LINK