My daughter lit a little rocket,
And it took off in all speed, into the sky,
It filled the dark sky with all sparkles,
But then the sky was dark again.
And then went another rocket,
And then another and another,
But still the sky remained,
The same dark expanse as before.
For a moment I felt,
That we all should sometimes be,
Those little diwali rockets surging into the sky,
To keep our life bright and cheerful.
For the dark forces will continue,
To bring eternal gloom into our lives,
Wars, terrorism, sickness and poverty,
And a lot more will always remain.
But let us always strive to be,
Those little promising rockets of fire,
That will incessantly continue to bring,
Light into the darkness of human lives.
