Diwali at Dark

Fireworks scream, but so few of them seen

The Delhi night sky is of pure gasoline

It’s a maze of a haze that is thicker than thieves

It’s a Christmas without any Adams and Eves

A festival littered with living for less

Than the worth I assign my semantic excess

I am one in a billion perceiving it thus

Because I am afraid it returns us to dust

Of invisible stars, so unnoticeably

Lost on these earthling’s electricity

How could they be phased by the brilliance of gods

When they drool at bedazzling splendors of frauds

And they worship mirages of angels and demons

Polluting their Ganga and Yamuna Edens

With Kashmiri violently mountains eroding

Partition eruptions of chaos exploding

Like Company cannons that made them all pay

To celebrate freedom in slums of Bombay