Festival of lights

Tiny clay lamps,
illuminate a home,
an eight by ten shack,
that houses,
a family of four;

Festive lights,
this festive day, lit;
On a square wooden box,
which they use, otherwise,
to sit;

A celebration is in order,
with lights and a feast;
A feast for the four,
well,
some bread at the least;

Little they have,
and a lot less to share,
they sing and dance, for they seldom get this chance;
To dance,
to their heart’s despair;

There’s happiness in the air,
and smiles in sight,
as the family under the flyover,
celebrates,
this festival of lights.

By: Viraj Belgaonkar

Pen it... or aaa type it. u know what i mean.

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