In the heart of autumn, when the moon is bright,
A festival awakens, a dazzling sight,
Diwali arrives, with joy and delight,
A symphony of colors, a canvas of light.

The air is fragrant with marigold blooms,
As families gather in their joyful rooms,
With laughter and stories, love brightly consumes,
In every corner, the spirit of hope resumes.

From the first ray of dawn, the preparations begin,
With sweeping of floors, and the cleaning within,
The homes are adorned with lanterns that spin,
As the essence of festivity draws everyone in.

Tiny diyas are placed, each one aglow,
A flicker of warmth in the evening’s soft flow,
They chase away shadows, dispelling the woe,
As the night sky transforms into a celestial show.

The rangoli is crafted with care and finesse,
Patterns of beauty in vibrant excess,
Colors of saffron, and deep emerald dress,
Each design tells a story, a vibrant express.

As the sun dips low, and the stars take flight,
The world is...