Hey people!
So... 250 reads!!!!! I can't tell you how happy I am to see that. I'm really squealing like a little girl right now! Truth be told, I was waiting for the reads to increase before I posted the next poem. I don't know why, but I just did.
Recently the Indian festival Diwali passed by. And if you search it up you'll see all that it symbolizes, however I have already mentioned a few things in the poem. The festival is supposed to represent something but over years it is just become a reason to celebrate. But many people are unable to. And most of us don't care. This poem speaks about the heartless behavior of us humans and is a request to everyone around the world to help others in need.
Enjoy!
Diwali - The Festival of Lights
Diwali is the Indian Festival of Lights,
Where brightness consumes darkness,
Where good defeats evil,
Where positivity overpowers negativity.
Yet in this bright atmosphere,
Somewhere lies a broken family,
Their poverty renders them incapable,
Of buying their entry into the gates of happiness.
In the corner of a street,
A beggar yet again sleeps hungry,
Unable to find a job,
He isn't able enough to pay for a content stomach.
In a middle class home,
A child collapses,
While others insensitively burn crackers everywhere,
He succumbs as a victim to asthma.
In an old age home,
The senior citizens are unable to sleep,
The noise of the fireworks hurts their ears,
But no one bothers and they silently weep.
In the dark night,
Where the stray dogs usually sleep,
People clearing the road for a celebration,
Throw stones and injure a mother did providing for her baby.
In a dark alley,
A woman is raped.
She was supposed to meet her family with gifts,
But is now gifted with death.
A stray rocket,
Accidentally lights a tree on fire,
No humans are killed,
But the birds and their homes are never accounted for.
With so much evil in the air,
We claim this to be the festival of good,
Where goodness exists only if you close your eyes,
And shut your heart to cries.
Rarely do we care about anyone but ourselves,
And then we justify,
That who can bother about the world,
When we have our own problems to behold.
People! Stop turning a blind eye!
Some day this could be you!
It doesn't matter if you're rich or poor,
Our are human too.
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