The night was cold yet full of enthusiasm,
Diwali had come,
once again teaching us meaning of unity and nationalism.
The sweets turned sweeter when Mamma's boy came home
And the diya's turned vibrant when daddy's little girl got her first payment.
The cold nights were lit up with smiles and happy faces,
Made in India gave the poor one's some good memories..
Somewhere in the woods, a widow sighed
Who had lost her husband on the battle site.
The 3 friend found a way to unite in spite of diversity,
Once again it was possible due to Diwali...
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The Flickered Flames
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