Diwali's Donation.

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DIWALI’S DONATION..?

Diwali was like heaven,

I worked for it, from month 7.

Lamps were all lightening,

Rangoli was very brightening.

Decorations were all done,

Music was on for fun.

‘Jamuns’ were kept ready,

‘Chole-puri’ was kept steady.

Aarti’s dish was kept,

Longing for him I wept.

I was counting each sec.

With our album on rack.

Red saree I wore,

& for ‘Sindur’ I explore.

After 5 yrs. He was coming,

On ‘Diwali’ he was arriving.

Finally, the time arrived,

& my faith survived.

Diwali, came that day,

I went to door with gay.

‘Martyr’ your husband went,

To me that msg. Was sent.

Suddenly my Diwali died,

& like hell I cried.

And so I ask ...

God! Why did you do my hubby’s destruction...

As a soldier he did motherlands prevention...

And you  killed my soul, as my Diwali’s Donation...?

DIWALI’S DONATION..?

--The Janvi.