Deepawali is a festival of lights,
which offers wonderful sights.
Fireworks in the starry sky,
along with bright candle kites.
Let luminance light up the dark
to create scenic patterns of art.
Let an ebullience of altruistic joy
spring from your gracious heart.
Let there be blooming flowers,
be strewn on paths that you walk.
Symphonies of melodious music,
flow streaming in the way you talk.
Through its shining pearls galore
says the sparkling morning dew,
It is your time to rise and shine
as one of the chosen few.
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Author:
Max (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 23rd, 2022 19:02
- Category: Love
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Comments2
that last verse is a worded shower
of revitalising, sunray validation
to all who read/hear it
and choose to believe
they can count themselves
as 'one of the few.'
thank you! dear Poet
what a beautiful thing to put out into the world
Thank You Dear Poet. You are wonderful.
Beautiful words 🙂
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