No one knocked at my door
No kisses nor any gifts
Diwali came and it left
Truth is always
So hard to digest
So, I bought for myself
Some imperishable stuff
Wrapped them up
Set them on the centre table
It looks so refreshing now
Every time I walk back in
So many people
So many gifts
What would I possibly do?
With all of them
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem