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Festive Lights

Poetry By: pearlinanoyster

"Festive Lights" is about durga puja, the biggest festival of Bengal. The poem speaks about the bright lights of the festival and the seedy shadows behind them. read more to unravel its true meaning...

Submitted:Oct 25, 2007    Reads: 187    Comments: 3    Likes: 1   

Festive Lights

The night was young and bright,

The air was filled with a rich aroma,

I was with my friends, out for a festive stroll,

Making most of the festive fever,

Busy, clicking pictures, exchanging words, flaunting my festive makeover, enjoying myself, and last of all,

Giving the goddess of power a glance or two.

She seems to have lost the sparkle in her eyes,

And her face is too expressionless,

I thought a bit disappointed with the images in my camera.

All of a sudden, the festive lights seemed too much of a glare,

And the sound of dhaks and the holy mantra on the microphone,

Seemed more like a loud noise.

I was looking for an answer, when

I noticed her;

A girl of seven or eight, in tattered clothes, disheveled hair and without shoes,

The biggest festival of Bengal has not transformed her to Cinderella.

I looked at my branded attire, my newly bought handycam and my auburn highlights,

And felt for a moment, that perhaps, she too had a right to be happy, and

Handed the hundred rupee cornetto in my hand to the girl.

As she gave me a surprised smile,

I was left speechless, to find the goddess looking up at me,����������������

With the sparkle back in her eyes!


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