Unlighted Festive Light Poem by SHAHNAWAZ AHMAD ANSARI

Festive light is in decoration to duly fly high in the sky,
the palate of sweets goes beyond the streets in hobnobbing.
Plenty of prospering songs unveil from every mouth,
wishing you the fest from East, West, North & South.

But the poor still look out at the sloganeering riches,
found nowhere the light but breaches, only speeches.
The light looks them dark as they are in search of dishes,
wandering around to catch the earning bite, not delight.

We enjoy the sparkling beauty of light and sweets in holiday bite,
but a rickshaw puller is shivering for regular light in festive delight.
His heart also beats for festive delight but coffer gives him no sight,
Goddess Laxmi of candlelight also classifies the deprived and the elite.

Workers are penniless as no jobs are there for their lone survival,
asking for half the remuneration, but abated with no hope of revival.
Every sector is experiencing an unprecedented massive slowdown,
whatsoever, don't speak up or frown, always say thank to the crown.

Country is in crisis, everyone is crying how to sustain and alive,
but Premier asserts at international forum, everything is alright.
Economic crisis, growing gradually, losing hope of bouncing back,
cultural crisis points towards the minority-lynching and the slack.

Meandering masses desperately searching for employment, take pride,
dwelling in the totalitarian set up, happily incubating theocratic ride.
More than happy to see the cultural crimes despite minted starvation,
perceiving this crime, the solace to their ancestors a sort of satisfaction.

Identity crisis prevails everywhere, a scourge falling upon the citizens,
to prove the citizenship in the motherland upon their own birth's soil,
forget not, this is the deliberate order of the messiah, and the jolly royal,
now the country belongs to all but one, whose ancestors boiled to be loyal.

Harassed communal harmony singing that old song of unity in diversity,
but programmed jingoism of hate, dismissing the amity and the integrity.
The magical transformation of hate-mongering was a full five-year plan,
not only fanatics but also current establishment ensued the deadly dawn.

May God efface the plight of the pauper by this festive fantastic light,
restore the banging harmony, dwindling brotherhood with insights!
Receding income, increasing chaos, but no solution only commotion,
Oh my lord, let my people awake from the fake to crush intimidation.

Whether Green or Black, don't ask me because I have no such mask,
my misery is State's charm, I have no might to fight the festive light.
Premier's festival is shot in the arm with green delight and charm,
wishing those, whose festive light is dim, to prosper them with delight!