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.