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.