Sat alone on Diwali night
While listening to her friends
Giggling and dancing in the garden.
Her door was closed while Mojo
Crept under the bed;
She wasn’t alone.
Victims of the previous years
Both wept their miseries to the Goddess,
While listening to the blurred sound
Of the dumb bombs outside;
Through the shut window pane.
Last year the festival of lights,
And fire, and noise, and pain
Left the girl deaf;
Listening to her own woven blues
The scenes she drew from the past.