Because there was nothing lit, don’t imagine
I didn’t mark Diwali, that I don’t like
light. But there’s also a love for the crosswinds
that put out glowing flames. Pitch darkness strikes
the dark earth like lightning. Grief’s not equal
to an absence of lamps and festivals.
Grief too, can be a many-splendoured thing.
Grief too is a densely petalled flower
with its own lights nested within its folds -
they burn steadier though a bit lower,
of a much higher temperature threshold
and carry a much longer burning fuel
than a few earthen lamps and their ritual.
And it takes more than one night to get over.