Diwali 2005
All across the city tonight
White, austere rooms hold
The smoke of God in their hearts.
Outside,
The night puts on its jewels,
Shy lamps lift
Their trembling eyes.
Fireworks,
Self-righteous like priests,
Sprinkle the sky with fire.
Little by little
The city sputters into life.
Time is a wheel of spinning light now,
A spitting and indignant eye
In which
The festival dances like a child.
We stand on rooftops
Holding our breaths,
Our hearts racing like fuses.
Happiness, when it comes,
May be too loud an explosion.
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