My eyes burn
My throat is dry
My heart pains.
And as the sound of crackers fills your ears, a blood curling scream escapes my mouth.
As the world rejoices this Diwali, I sit alone, waiting, crying, dying.
The Rangolis welcome Goddess Lakshmi, as I embrace the end.
The Diyas light up the country, and I close my eyes for one last time.
The world is lit, and all I see now, is darkness.