That Diwali Night in November

BURRRR, BUZZZZ, BHOOM, BLAST

The new moon dark night sky

Resounds with varied noises of crackers

And sizzling sparks of multiple colors

In all directions fly.

The smoke of the burning gunpowder is

Choking the breaths of trees around

And the little insects of the grass homes

In mortal fear and shock

Crouch deeper underground

The dogs howl in their kennels

And the cats bundle in corners under beds

Frightened to silence by bullying bombs

A great war rages outside, as if,

Tearing the air and ears to shreds

The children scream with joy

And the teenagers the fun to capture

The years of life pass, they know,

As the sparkling fountain from the earthen pots

Hurl themselves to rupture.

In this din no one sees a little nine-year

Crouched under a tree

Her lungs are struggling and panting

Some fresh air with oxygen will

Help them breathe free

When you enjoy your life

Have fun and grab pleasures

Is it not possible to empathize with someone

Who suffers his or her pain alone?

To help, a heart is needed, not so much treasures.