Here again is the festival of lights,
Of sweet somethings, and sparkling nights.
Of walls repainted with gleaming whites,
Not to forget, the annoying cacophony and drunken fights.
It starts with maddening crowds,
And ends with it too.
“I merely want a lamp, sir”,
“Duh! Get back in the queue.”
“Knock! Knock!”, “Who’s there?”,
Friends with a gift of little use.
No time to talk, we’ll see you next year,
“Gee! Thanks for the exceedingly tacky hues”.
Buy new vessels today and vehicles tomorrow,
Makes sense to follow the customs staunch.
Carefully pop one laddoo in your mouth,
While you rest the other four on your paunch.
You say the festival brings joy to everyone,
Have you seen your shivering Dog?
Cared about the harried traffic policeman,
Or the sweeper clearing the litter, amid the settling smog.
Back came this year the festival of light,
Of half-understood rituals and customs trite.
Let not the festive spirit rot away with blight,
Fill it while you can with kind deeds, and faces bright.
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