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Tinkling Tinkling Lights

The velvet cloak of night, a canvas bright, With diamond dust, a captivating sight. To left, to right, a thousand eyes did gleam, A joyful wink, a captivating dream.

And from the heights, a serpent, luminous, A winding trail, a sight so wondrous. It spun and swayed, a fiery, glowing thread, Though only hues of amber, gold, and red, In rhythmic dance, on and then off they'd play, A vibrant spectacle to light the way.

A sudden wonder, did my vision err? This twinkling dance, a joyful messenger. I stepped outside, to test if sight was true, And found the homes, bathed in a golden hue. Each humble dwelling, with an earthen grace, A warm embrace upon the night's dark face.

A smile bloomed forth, a happiness within, As tempting sweets, a sugary world begin To beckon close, a feast for eyes to see, A joyful spread, so utterly free. My hands would reach, with longing in their quest, But whispers soft, of calories, suppressed. Why must this joy, a fleeting moment be? Why can't I taste the sweets that call to me?

For years had passed, since such a vibrant scene, Small lamps alight, and crackers sharp and keen. The crackling bursts, a symphony so loud, Reminded me of childhood in the crowd. The running children, with their fiery wands, A flash of youth, in memory it expands. Though time moves on, and moments cannot stay, My thoughts took flight, to yesteryear's bright day.

My sister's hand, beside my own did rest, As vibrant hues, in patterns we expressed. With careful strokes, the "Rangoli" took its form, To greet the night, and weather any storm. And lamps were placed, like jewels in every space, Our home transformed, a bride with radiant grace. Then to the terrace, with eager steps we'd fly, To see the homes that twinkled in the sky.

These tiny lights, a magic they did weave, Making the distant near, a heart to believe. We'd lift our gaze, to skies so clear and bold, As if the heavens, stories would unfold. Once in a year, the darkness takes its flight, And glows so bright, dispelling all the night

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