Starting with tuss… dum…
tappar,
Bursting till smoke
hides your neighbour;
Burnt papers and match
sticks scatter,
A mess enjoyed by no
one who is proper.
Burns many iced, bruises
plenty attended,
Man lost an eye, boy
lost his ear;
Celebrate Diwali, for
the reason intended,
Kill the dark, not people
who are dear;
-Pavan Kumar Venugopal
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