Early morning, the throng of first rays
Painted my premises with light crimson Rangoli
The green archway of greetings,
Like lines of birds without wings,
decorated my home.
The conversations without wires silently
Greeted
And rained the elixir
as the melody of thousands of Veenas.
The affection
That never needed any words nudged me
With a warm, greet.
In the midst of all these
Your silent presence assured me and consoled
Your assent that you'll be a shade
And a life-long friend
And a big shelter as an age-old tree
Before asking anything
Your unseen surprise visit
Brought with it thousand colourful springs
Then why do I bother about any other thing?
The whole area is a flood of gleam
At every threshold the lamps of my poems
Drenching my delicate fragile spirit
The depth of feelings
Without even a vacant spot
At every nook and corner
The lighted girl babies
My Diwali it’s an endless
Swag of poetic flowers
I’ll not compete with
Those blazes the darkness
Melt the smiles and display the ego
What about the inner murky state
Arrogance of eyes that have no sight
For whom is that demeanor
So my celebration- it's inside the four walls
let it be in a heart
or in a hearty home.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem