Podar International School (Mumbai, India)
It may have been the festival of lights,
But what truly made it complete
Was the flooding sound of delights.
In from the windows, doors, and rooms
As the crackers burst in a swarm of wows
For each man, woman, and child.
The celebration livened in a cacophonous joy
And unleashed the vibrant wild.
If sound possessed colour
This place would be RGB
And I sit and watch this flame flicker
And wonder why couldn't it be
This festival to me, is no celebration of light
But instead an opportunity to connect
With what makes the ordinary so special.
Yes, the stuff we overlook and forget.
Your mother summoning you again
To help around the house.
The crackers along the street,
Children around it like a game of cat and mouse
Your cousins pouring in one by one
That house bell has never seen such a crowd.
The only thing louder is the laughter
And "oh you've become so tall. I'm proud."
As we sit around and begin to pray,
The bells fill up the air.
Ringing and chiming along to the words,
There is no love left to spare.
The love among us all
It bursts in this joyous season.
Make this a celebration not of light,
But the sounds without which life has no reason
Param Tahilramani is an individual that possesses a unique upbringing which involved being born and brought up in the Middle East, yet growing in his hometown of Mumbai. After experimenting with a variety of hobbies and interests, he found solace in the expressive capabilities of poetry and photography.