The Festival of Lights.
A bomb in his pocket.
A gun and a rocket.
He stood wearing a black jacket
Eating creamy Chocolate.
The boom blasts with a cry.
And the rocket goes high.
He even changes his gun鈥檚 file.
And all this makes him smile.
Think not! This as a battle ground fight.
As this is the festival of lights.
Where no one gets killed.
As all weapons are harmless as a quill.
But one thing hurts me more
The pollution gets multiplied into four.
And the noise scares the old
But they never try to scold.
So stop burning crackers
And give presents in wrappers
To all your friends and family
And celebrate this festival calmly!
P.S. I had written this poem on 19-10-2009.