A Treasured Diwali Poem by Neethu Prasanna

Diwali diyas winkle at the crowd that strew,
Rockets march to the sky and stars they spew;

Fountains burst as volcanoes in the night,
Their glow on her face forms twilight;

Pinwheels birl making the darkness slightest,
Sparklers too shine, still dear you are the brightest!

Thunderous mines all over here blurt,
Ear splitting bangers rock to home and spurt;

Still jangle of bangles as you ramble
And jiggle of anklets on each amble;

Those are the only sounds that I can hear,
The rhyme of my heart, believe my dear..