Effigies of evil strut in the streets…
Loudspeakers blow, drums beat…
The blaring music, the rhythmic dance…
Carnaval is back with its mesmeric trance!
Is it a time to be happy and gay?
Or is it just revelry gone astray?
Questions stagger in the mind…
Why does the light seek to blind?
The youth celebrate the blinding blaze
And children watch in innocent daze
As the sky breaks into another dawn
Everyone is now beginning to yawn…
It is time to sleep, you know…
It is Diwali – the festival of lights!
(poem written in November 1991… In Goa, effigies of Narkasura are burnt early in the morning. Due to keeping up all night, most of us would feel sleepy on Diwali day)
- Pravin K Sabnis
Loudspeakers blow, drums beat…
The blaring music, the rhythmic dance…
Carnaval is back with its mesmeric trance!
Is it a time to be happy and gay?
Or is it just revelry gone astray?
Questions stagger in the mind…
Why does the light seek to blind?
The youth celebrate the blinding blaze
And children watch in innocent daze
As the sky breaks into another dawn
Everyone is now beginning to yawn…
It is time to sleep, you know…
It is Diwali – the festival of lights!
(poem written in November 1991… In Goa, effigies of Narkasura are burnt early in the morning. Due to keeping up all night, most of us would feel sleepy on Diwali day)
- Pravin K Sabnis
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