They stole the splendor
They stole the thunder
They stole the sparkle
In our kids' gleaming smile
Men somewhere in a city of the north
Which we call our capital
Balding both inside and outside
With overflowing wisdom
About constitutional rights
Are dictating terms
What should sparkle
And who should smile
A city perennially doomed
To live choked in smoke
Due to clouds created
Elsewhere by burning
Trash, grass and plastic
Unchecked automobiles
God knows what other abominable shit
With a populace that doesn't have
Proper toilets to ease
Is dictating terms
On our innocent kids' dreams
Just on a single day of the year
This Diwali down South
Where kids usually frolic in mirth
Has been unusually silent this year
For fear; is it fear that we want?
Let the sparklers light the smile
Of our innocent kids
Let daisy-wheels and crackers
Abound the din of their dreams
Diwali can't be made green
Even if aliens all green
Descend on us from Mars
Or whatever other alien source
We are earthlings
May we have recourse to the little things
That make our day
Without let up, without stay
Happy Diwali let us all say
Environment can wait another one day
Splendor and thunder unite during this celebration and this festival of Diwali is definitely special for many of us. A great poem is very well penned on occasion of Diwali festival. We pray before God for your goodness and fortune. This is definitely an excellent poem very well penned.10
it was a dry silent Divali indeed but did you realise lesser burns of children hands and may be lesser may die this year as pollution is a killer even I cant breathe Sad it was a dry silent day no patakas but some child on this very earth will play much longer
Thank you The Poet Poet for expressing your concern. God bless.
Poignant reflection crafted in persuasive poetic expressions with clarity of thought and mind. A beautiful creation. Thanks for sharing Madathil.
Our president has undone many of the environmental regulations here to 'help the economy'. Greed and stupidity will leave our grandchildren with an inhospitable world.
Thanks Kelly for your comment. Your man doesn't even acknowledge the existence of global warming. That is a serious case. The Indian situation is that we have wrong priorities and pay lip service to real environment protection.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Really I feel live Deepaly here in words of pictures This Diwali down South Where kids usually frolic in mirth Has been unusually silent this year For fear; is it fear that we want? Let the sparklers light the smile Of our innocent kids Let daisy-wheels and crackers Abound the din of their dreams live poem and feel of real Deepaly kee