Festival of Lights

Today is quite a busy day,

But all my sister wants to do is go out and play.

I see my mother making sure the house is adorned with lights,

While my father greets guests, smiling and polite.

Looking at all the lit up houses in admiration,

My heart swells with the joy of celebration.

The triumph of light against the dark,

Brings about a spark,

Of gratitude, of awe, and of hope,

Inspiring me when I find myself at the end of my rope.

On this day I pray,

That my loved ones remain cheerful without dismay.

As the henna on my fingertips began to dry,

Outside, I hear the street sellers' cry,

"Come try our delicious sweets,

Don't you want to celebrate the darkness's defeat!"