Inside the dusky
blanket of society,
evil forces go on
nagging, tormenting,
frightening the helpless,
the hapless lot
since centuries.
Their hopes of
a spark glinting
inside the blanket
always in vain
with their nightmares
unending.
Still they hope,
continue to hope
for a day to come,
when they could
come out of the blanket
or by ripping apart the thick
dusky blanket
to the world of lights
bright dawns, stars and
moon,up above
flowers, lush greenery,
hills, rivers, streams
and seas,
the long cherished dreams of
festivals of lights.
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