18/10/2009, Sunday...
Everyone was in a joyous mood..
Prising were their guts, with 'delicious' food..
as the children play..
gregariousness was on display..
Lights were all around..
The crackers had their sound..
and the rockets, nose-dived to the ground..
The festive night ended..
The vignettes, were all shattered now..
the rambunctious crackers were all dead..
As they lay on the road..
waiting for their autopsy, before the tillage..
and some were lucky to survive the pillage..
Then, in the morning, a boy..
was out on the road, to pick up the pieces..
they call him, a rag picker..
'dirty' and 'dark' was he..
walking through that seething filth sea..
Out of no where, he saw a lucky survivor cracker..
he decided to put it to use..
and blew up its fuse..
As a nearby plant nodded..
the notorious cracker exploded..
That poker's face was replaced by a cute childish one..
That was real happiness..
the one that stems, straight from heaven..
I don't know what 've i written and why 've i done that. I don't know if anyone can ever interconnect my sporadic thoughts.I don't know if someone will ever try to. But do i care ?? ... i never did... and i still don't...
:)
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:) this put a smile to my face too. nice one.. even i have spent time looking from my bedroom window the morning after diwali night when the street below is full of red-white leftovers of crackers and here and there one finds boxes of anar, rockets etc.. and almost always these little street urchins come in groups.. picking up the leftovers..whatever could be recycled and pick up what you call "survivor crackers"..what would they do with these now that diwali is over, i always wondered.
Perhaps the cracker comes full circle here..probably child labour was used to make it, child labour shall burst it.
Even i dont know what i have written and why..!
thanks.. :)
always knowing what you've written isn't a good thing(according to me...!!) so amen to that..!
child labour fettered a young kid's smile into that cracker which exploded and set free another young kid's fettered smile..
i really appreciate the fact that you smiled on that..
nice poem. i noticed you put that paragraph at the end of every poem, kind of a theme for you. lets see prem chopra or gulshan grover try that in one of their movies!
thanx..
:)
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