Brilliance And A Flash Of It:
Diwali, the festival of lights,
Came and it went away.
And in the four days,
Shone a myriad work of fire.
The phool-chadi dazzled,
For all of about forty seconds.
And fireworks that make the sky glamourous,
Did so for about four seconds each.
All these were flashes of brilliance.
Now as the four days have passed,
And all back to the daily chore,
The humble bulb as any day,
Lights every house all the same.
Brilliance, it barely exposes itself.
It is there, all through;
Not a soul to realise,
Yet touches deep within.
Brilliance is simple and quiet.
A flash of it, though spectacular,
Dies… a premature death.
