Happy deepavali to each and every one of you

 Happy  deepavali   to each  and every one of you

 

By

Raja Thatha

 

(this Thatha’s namaskarams   to all elders and  Aseervadams  for a wonderful life)

 

The festival of row  of lights has come

             With darkness  surrounding the world   due to Carona

The festival of crackers and sparklers has come,

             With green crackers and not the   real ones

The festival of shining new cloths has come,

                Which had   all come   online

 

But in a dark and  lonely corner and in the eerie silence ,

Sat a very old man and his companion for life.,

 Shocked with news  that poured all over,

 About the journey  of many of their  deeply  loved ones to heaven

 

The old man could not  hear properly and  the old woman could not properly see,

But the festival did sing with bright lights for them.

Which came   from  their  insides

For they were blessed with each other's company,

 

The old woman still the Queen of her kitchen, was busy churning out the magic,

Even though her hands hurt and her feet begged her to rest

 

Gajar  ka halwa  for  one grand daughter,

Badam Halwa   for  Goldie,

Ma ladu   for   every one ,

Badusha   because  she was queen of a Badusha

Mixture    as time pass

And gulab jamun   for  the old man,

 

And  the  mental  jamoons , mental kova,

The mental onion pakodas,mental Mohan Dal,

All  made by her mixed  with inner  tears ,

For  them   to whom  those could only  be sent virtually ,

So they tasted them   through  Zoom

 

She did not worry about who would eat this mouthwatering spread,

For her, the fun was in making it,

The accomplishment was in knowing

She still had what it takes to be a master chef

 

Those who were lucky to taste it

Had  joy  of satisfaction 

And  she was happy for them.

For that  was  her compensation  great

 

The old man ruled his little kingdom as he always had,

Making worried minds   sigh with relief,

Making the light of what  he  so affectionately did,

Spreading   all   over   the world,

And making the world   filled with joy

But  the old man cried  , because  his nest   was half empty

 

There were no crackers, no lamps to light, perhaps those wanted to do this had left the nest.

The hands of old ones  shivered as they lit the lamps and they were afraid of the crackers.

But then they had sailed past the time together,

Under  the light came from lamps outside and

And  the joy needed t for them  had to  be borrowed from outside

 

  In this cosy  nook of theirs, their little world lit up from within,

With the light of their deep affection to each other  and love.

That light put to shame the pathetic little flickers from the LED lights and diyas,

For theirs was the light of  the  god given true friendship.

 

The two  old ones   from   the  home of theirs

 

Wish you  one and all  , a happy  deepavali

They wish all husbands and  wives  love each other  like them,

They wish that all those  who do not have children, have children

They   wish  that all of them  have children and grand children like theirs

They  wish all that is good   should  happen to all  the people