Life's nothing...but all a season of diwali
chill at dusk and chill at dawn
All shimmer and quiver adorn the dark
when doth day-start, day-end
The childish twinkles of a sparkler
the explosion of ever-flowing youth
the agile colours of fantasy;
the serene luminiscence of diyas age-old
the message they carry, the truth they behold,
The sweet crisp of relationships
the exchange of love
the bondings that brotherhood cove.
Life's nothing...but all a season of diwali;
comes with grandeur, goes with pomp
Leaves behind sullen silence
reminiscent memories dense.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very nice great poem.... loved it......