blinking to and fro,
one went off,
the other bright.
the day of gala,
had arrived - finally;
alas, all were happy.
the porch saw,
fireworks - enlightening;
its glass reflected light.
mother, the holy soul,
the only one - indeed;
lit the lamps, all
as the evening - had
put down its stroll.
© Rajat Mahajan. 2010
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