A Diwali Lament
I waited in vain for little hands to pounce and pry,
to open the carton and feast their eyes on me.
To see their eyes light up in wonder and amazement,
as I burst into a dazzling display of light and color.
I, who proclaimed jubilantly,
the victory of good over evil, year upon year,
I, the symbolic harbinger of prosperity and abundance,
Lie accused, forgotten and discarded.
Pointing fingers of environmental degradation,
Laugh away, those big daddies of everyday pollution.
I am just another age-old custom,
Waiting to join Holi and others,
onto the burning pyre of dying Hindu festivals.
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