• aprameya 9w

    Quite a few thunders hit the sky,
    While a hundred strike the ground.
    Happiness is everywhere to be found,
    And every soul's on a glucose high.

    Rangolis fill the morning floors without gaping,
    By sun rise, bathing routine done and ready.
    The souvenir of sales deck everybody,
    And then starts the house hopping.

    A day to be spent with no resent,
    The festival's not about flamboyance.
    There's giving and sharing in abundance,
    And the spirit of the day lies in the heart's content.