The Festival Of Lights Poem by Kingshuk Chakraborty

Rows of lamps lit up the place.
My home was also covered with lights.
You feared the darkness leaving a trace...
Few candles at the gate would make it right!

Set out for lamps to meet the need of your eyes,
I walked through a world of darker night;
Where amidst noise, the plea of silence had to die
And starved faces with trembling hands stood upright.

While lighting up the facade, we remained unaware
About the darkness within, we didn't care.