once a year we celebrate
the glory of the past
with lights, diyas and candles
oh some crackalacking blasts
‘
dhanteras is day one
spent in malls and marts
and naraka chaturdasi
is when the poojan starts
‘
then comes amavasya
paying homage to the lasts
and kartika shudda padyami
oh some crackalacking blasts
‘
sweets are for the standoffish
and games for the fainthearts
laughter for the lugubrious
and lighting for the belle-arts
‘
but for the fiery fiends
burning in ageless enthusiasts
its more than a nightly fest
oh some crackalacking blasts
-Akanksha Gupta
ps: i know it’s a little out of time
The Pluming PoeTree 