The Festival Of Goddesses

By Srija Shwetangi

In days of twilight,

Immense lights arise;

Auspicious and delights,

Goodness mesmerized.

Monsters' energy suffice,

When mother arrives home;

Theist's worship reaches heights,

Lamp of happiness is shown.

Enlightening lamps of wisdom,

And seeing from naked eyes;

Allureful vibes is seldom,

Heartfelt sanity sensed inside.

Tears and sorrows get reduced,

Laughters heard from miles;

Celebrations ardently amuse,

Suffocation of legit lies.

By Srija Shwetangi