If I could
fly,
I would flee
high,
Up into the
sky,
Where every
night is Diwali,
Resides our
Almighty,
And his
ruling ecstasy.
Where stars
are lover,
Of their
velvety cover.
Together
they form
Constellations
among,
Their vast
spread out,
Astro miles
away,
Their
rapping gleams,
And albumen
ray.
I sigh,
For if I
could defy,
The heated 'Surya',
I would flee
high,
Up into the
sky,
To lift it
up
From the
green paddy,
And move it
above
Up into the
blue howdy.
You have
your adorned 'Rath',
But still on
every 'Chath',
Why you move
slow
And delay in
every go?
Don’t make devotees weak,
With your
move slow
Again on this
festive streak.
Bless us
with light
With your
intense bright,
Make us
brave
And vanish
our fright.
Don’t fold
our wishes
Into pile of
files,
Like those
police cases
In our human
races,
Which has no
ending,
No justice;
And always kept pending.
This time, do
some quicky,
Shower us
with love
And some
happy squeaky.
Or else I
will fly,
I will fly
high,
Up into the
sky,
Where you
live in your hive.
I won’t
wait
And make my
cries thrive,
I have
learnt from my races,
So I won’t
forget to carry,
A token of
bribe…
Copyrights - ANSHUL GAUTAM'S
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(Happy Festive lights, and a very Happy Chath Puja to all my friends... :) )
