Cleaning the house a week before Diwali,
Grandma found in a dark corner of her daughter’s room
flakes of sunlight entangled in a dense cobweb
with tear drops vaporized for long, the fog filled the empty corner
She broke the mesh apart and all of them were set free
The old lantern hung on the patched wall like it always did
The smell of kerosene never left the room though
The evening sun lit up the hue of Henna,
palm prints came alive bit by bit,
A smile talked to another in the silent milieu.
Grandma found in a dark corner of her daughter’s room
flakes of sunlight entangled in a dense cobweb
with tear drops vaporized for long, the fog filled the empty corner
She broke the mesh apart and all of them were set free
The old lantern hung on the patched wall like it always did
The smell of kerosene never left the room though
The evening sun lit up the hue of Henna,
palm prints came alive bit by bit,
A smile talked to another in the silent milieu.
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