Diwali

Beneath a tree,
She sat like a stone…
Wearing old bruises,
Fighting with the cold wind…
Torn dress could not sustain,
All her efforts were in vain…
All alone she was left to groan,
With only the wind, that aided the moan…

Looking at the fireworks, she wondered
Millions of shooting stars, she assumed
Wishing for some food, her eyes sparkled
Looking at her folded hands, even God was stirred

Breaking the silence, a voice called her,
“This is the Diwali gift for you”, the lady told her.
Thanking her, she began eating with delight…
Her glittering face was now matching with the sky…

H A P P Y   D I W A L I 🙂

– Priya Soni

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