Diwali, the “Festival of lights” is here again upon us. Mainly a Hindu occasion, the festival is now celebrated the world over in all regions where the Hindu community has a presence. With fireworks, sweets, gifts, apparels, prayers and other such beautiful traditions, it is one mind-boggling occasion that cuts across all boundaries – economic, cultural, racial and otherwise. It is one festival that every Indian looks forward to. To enhance your Diwali celebrations, here we bring for you a collection of beautiful poems related to the occasion. Go over our splendid Diwali poems and gear up for the oncoming festivities. If you like to share these with your friends and loved ones, Enjoy a happy Diwali with our pretty little collection of Diwali poems. May fortune smile on you and all your loved ones! Happy Diwali!
It’s the “Festival of Lights” today,
It’s again the day of Diwali,
It’s time to dress up folks,
It’s time to adorn the thali.
It’s the occasion to throng the temples,
Pray to the Gods and give them offerings,
It’s an opportunity to entreat the deities,
To bless us all and rid us of sufferings.
It’s the day to light the diyas,
Ignite the rockets and burst crackers,
But it’s also the time to be safe,
From the fireworks and all the sparklers.
It’s the season to pay a visit,
To all our friends and relations,
To hand them over sweets and presents,
Diwali is our splendid chance.
But while you spend a time of joy,
Don’t think it’s merriment all the way,
Out there wait many of those,
For whom it’s no time to be gay.
Denied of laughter and smiles for days,
They know not what it is to enjoy,
Can you not share something you have,
Can you not bring them a little joy?
When you can make someone else smile
When you can be someone’s ally
That’s when you can yourself be glad
That’s when you’ll have a HAPPY DIWALI!
The clear blue sky,
The scent of flowers,
The colours of Rangoli,
And the sound of crackers.
The gifts and sweets from dear ones,
And the getting of their love,
The light of the candles below,
And the dazzling fireworks up above.
Lighting lamps at our homes,
Making the less fortunate smile,
Putting on new apparels,
Show our friends some style.
Paying respects to the gods,
And decorating for them the thali,
This is what the occasion is all about,
This is the spirit of Deepavali.
Naked and fierce,
Burning with anger,
Stands the Goddess,
Great is her hunger.
Machete in her hands,
Slashing at her will,
She knows no bounds,
And runs around to kill.
She can’t recognise,
Sinner or saint,
In her mission to kill the evils,
She has lost her restraint.
And then she steps on something,
What is it? She looks below,
To her horror she finds her Lord,
Supine, lying beneath her toe.
Great is her shame at what she sees,
In her great fury she had spared none,
It needed Lord Shiva to stop her rage,
She bites her tongue at what she has done.
And thus we know the great Maa Kali,
Ashamed, repentant for being blindly furious
She stands for the two sides in ourselves,
With the good trying to rule the evil in us.
So every year we worship her,
Each year we pay her our homages,
And this is how “Kali Puja”,
Goes on and on for ages.