Late Festival Poem by roshan jha

You are like a festival, festival to me!
And you are about to come,
I'm very excited, I'm happy!
Agitating as if, what I've to win?
Oh, it's how my soul is delighted,

Waiting for that single day,
illuminating every corner, every gate,
every lane, every way,
happy with my fortunate fate,
presenting myself in the finest way.

'In the fall you will come',
I hope you swore,
but so many winters has gone,
I am the mortal, you must know,
far too long, I can't wait.

You are my festival, actually never comes,
you are my festival, festival too late!