Festivals are shadowed
By thoughts of the dead
When lamps are lit to mark
The defeat of darkness
The flames rekindle sorrow
Over those who have left ---
Father woke up lifeless that day
Days before the Deepam night
The rain came to mourn him,
When the last rites were over
The grey skies so burst out
The city and suburbs were flooded;
On phone brother recalls how
Friends and relatives struggled
To reach home from the funeral
We share recent dreams where
He reappeared and I tell him of one
Where he was lighting these lamps
And tasking us with tending them ---
Dreams bring back to us loved ones
Death took away and refused to return.
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