Festival(s) Of Lights

Is Diwali India’s Christmas,

Or is Christmas the world’s Diwali,

My friends of a different faith might chide,

Where’s Eid is all this, actively

To think that we call one the festival of lights,

But aren’t all of them equally luminary,

Aren’t gifts exchanged in all of them,

Aren’t all of their origins legendary?

Aren’t the women dressed magnificently,

And even the hardest men turn foppish,

Do the children not scream with joy,

When vacations come in a flourish

A celebration they are,

Of stories, of history and culture,

The

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motive though of each of them is similar,

To bring the community closer together

Born in a unique nation we are,

Where the people have blend so seamlessly,

Even the horrid and rigid workspaces,

Relax on all of these days eagerly

We argue on faith and on places of worship,

Cursing one another with words so shameless,

It’s easy to see the similarities with open eyes,

Only if we stop being careless

The brilliant lights and gifts,

And joys that one brings on those nights,

Is neither less nor more,

Than the other festivals of lights