Today- This Diwali Poem by swatee sripada

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.