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.

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