Festivity For The Demise Of A Demon! Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

The streets are crowded with festival customers,
Who hold their precious torn currency and the polymers,
No difference on these roads as rich and poor,
Every one of them walks side by side not in despair
To buy something to celebrate the festival of lights,
Each state has its own tale as a proof to celebrate,
Mostly the evil was destroyed by the good,
And the wish of an evil person is being fulfilled,
As a festival, having the oil bath and firecrackers,
Wearing the new clothes for the demise of a wicked,
The old and young, healthy and sick, men and women,
Children and adults group together as families,
To wake up before sun rise, to follow the same rituals,
Our ancestors have done on thousands of new moon,
Of the specific month, though we chased away the terror,
The demons are found everywhere on the streets,
Which haunt our souls and weak bodies with no fright,
We are happy in our hearts with what little we have,
As we are proud to be bonded with lights of love,
That light up our mind to witness suffering of others,
As we always share not only our love, but also the woe.