The Festival of Lights

by Harshita Das aged 11

I glanced out the window
On a clear, rippling night
Pitch black, nothing could I see
Not a single home in sight

Then I saw a dot sparkling
One, then two, then more
The lighting of the lights
With candles on every door

To celebrate Ram’s return
From his 14 years exile
With celebrations and parties
Hundreds of diyas every mile

Our house is decorated and lit
On the festival of light
No moon, still lit as heaven
With not a star in sight

Our homes are up and glowing
With Lakshmi’s blessing, hard work we can bear
Cheer as hard as you can
For the Diwali is here!!!

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