Rockets streaming in the night sky,
bursting from a single spark;
Laughing fountains reaching high,
fleeing from the dusty dark.
Sparklers lighting happy faces,
etching flowers in the air;
Lanterns lit like golden laces,
Light a cracker...if you dare!
Amidst the firework displays,
the little "diya" softly glows;
a warm and quiet, welcome blaze,
always waiting, at the doors.
Shaped like teardrops, made of earth,
Sharing light for all it's worth.
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