( I )
With eyes wide-open as if to enjoy every sight
In tattered clothes, their teeth with joyous grin
Sparkled white in the brilliant glow of bursting crackers
And many-lined winking candles kept on the walls ;
They watched the pageant of multi-colored joys
Denied to them-- without a pinch of jealousy ;
( I I )
The shooting crackers like dragons fly into the sky
Spouting widening curves of fiery flowers ;
A jet of light from flower-pots brightens their eyes ;
They shout with joy and hilariously dance with zeal
Gazing at the revolving rings of whirling fire ;
The loud report of bursting bombs rebounds at once
From their joyful shouts and accolades of delight ;
One moment they do seem like rulers of the world
Unmindful of their trouble-torn existence ;
( I I I )
Their scanning eyes alight on half-burnt squibs
Torn bits of wrappers and colored cones half-burnt ;
They grab them with swift enthusiastic pull ;
These children wander away from their gloomy huts
Their dark dungeons tucked in some remote slums ;
Yet festive mirth exudes from every pore of their limbs
From their shabby faces with disheveled hair ;
This night is theirs ; their burning bellies filled
With doles dropped by people in charity ;
Tomorrow they have to return to their dreary work
Uncertain of earning their daily bread, to feel
The bite of grinding poverty, to sweat
Amid'st dust-ridden squalid surroundings.
Accolades of delight= a special privilege to feel delight
28th October, 2016 Somaseshu Gutala
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