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

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