True Essence

Dear children,

Today I'll tell a tale, about a boy, who was thin and he looked pale.

Every night, he held his mother tight, 

To his delight

She narrated stories, from A Mighty Kite to a tale of warriors and knights.

As he listened, his eyes gleamed, mind brimmed with imagination...

Radiating smile, so innocent, so bright, 

squared teeth, that looked so white.

To his plight, he was born with no sight

The boy was fierce, never did he lament or shed a tear.

For nine years, he only and truly believed in his mother's voice that resonated on his tiny ears.

" Ma, what is DIWALI?" He asked?

"Beta, Diwali is the festival of lights it spreads happiness around, glowing diyas illuminate hearts, everything becomes so beautiful and bright."

' Wrong!' 

The little boy, with no sight, but held a vision, went upright.

"No it isn't about lights, it's about the deafening sound to which my ears are lamely bound.

It's only about pollution.,.

Can't we see, we are heading towards destruction?

There's no time to find a solution.

It's time to take a firm resolution or create a revolution.

"Ma, I was born blind, so I don't burst crackers". 

"They are brought up blindly, and they burst crackers"

"I can see who's blind in real" can't they?

So, children, the little boy said: " My dear countrymen, take it as a request or plead,

All I need is to celebrate Green Diwali, and pledge to keep my city clean."

I hope people of caste and creed will agree, with me in this belief.

Together we'll proceed to succeed and wish to fulfill this dream.