I go out and wander late night
Stand in the amazement of lights.
I clean and decorate my adobe
Rearrange clothes in the wardrobe.
I make cards and posters
Putting Diyas, photos, and figures.
I worship, I dance, I sing
I try every possible thing
To veil the eternal sadness
Because I need to confess
This isn't home
And this isn't Diwali.
When even some distance relative dies
My family doesn't celebrate Diwali
Neither does any other family
If their distant relative has died.
If you can a walk along the road
You can tell by looking at the decorations
Which family has lost a beloved one
I had always objected to that
Why should I hold my celebration
I barely knew that person.
And my mother tells me that
It's to respect a human life
It's to show god that we know the value.
Such were the teachings of my mother.
Years later, I stand on the eve of Diwali
None of my distant relatives has died
But I am in no mood to celebrate
I don't celebrate Diwali
Because I know the value of human lives
Of innocents being murdered
In the war of the religion.