Crackers explode,
rockets go up
zing, zing they
rise, burst midway
the embers fall down
like colourful flowers.
Flowerpots in a row,
cause a big furore
compete with their counterpart,
the floating disc, going in circles
bewitching to watch.
a fantasy under the stars.
Diwali is at the door
a rush and a push
malls remain open day
and night a sea of humanity
down the lane, a revelry
without a beguile.
Meenas Poems 