Lord Rama
welcomed in Ayodhya
rows of lamps
rules over -
now the fire work
rows of lamps
pockets are tight
Indians celebrate
festival of light
festival of light
bulbs lighting up India
made in China
smoke and noise
poise to create pollution
the celebration
bangs of crackers
filled in air pain the ears
festival of peace
people go mad
exchanging sweets and gifts
blessed shopkeepers
poor quality
consumers forced to get
spree of new
children get lost
in sweet and fire work
bang of joy
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