Celebrations…
meant to mark victory over evil,
desired to design triumph of values-
certainly, are occasions to reckon!

Every event…
demands demarcations,
evokes envy-
exercise in self aggrandizement!

Luminous laughs,
blinding brilliance,
deafening explosions-
certainly, mark celebrations!

Faces are there devoid of brightness,
contours bereft of contact,
relationships relegated unceremoniously-
yet, they too have a right to exist!

When every hungry mouth gets a ball of rice,
when a pair of moistened eyes are soothed,
when every shattered family is resurrected-
certainly, it’s a day to be celebrated!