Its that time of the year again
When we tend to forget all the pain
And not worry about the losses or gain
dream about a holiday in Spain!
Walls and floors
Windows and doors
Back to fore
Are all polished to the core
Women in the homes toil
Deep fried in oil
Come the savories of the soil
Packed in sheets of silver foil
As the heat grows
Back at office the work slows
The shopping lists flow
Pretty ladies ensure their faces glow
Done with the exam fever
Tensions pushed down the sewer
Little children just so clever
build mud forts by the river
As the darkness in the sky fills
Evil in the World it kills
Crackers that burst with a shrill
Lights and sounds define its thrill
The home coming ceremony of Lord Rama
Celebrated across the country with such drama
Festival of colour, lights and vigour
Bring back to life the crazy little murmurs
Its that time of the year again
When festive mood flows through our veins
Young and old in the same frame
long awaited smiles they claim!
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