I'm trapped in boxes all year round,
To be opened with glee this time
Around.
The October heat doesn't dim my light,
I shine like, I've been waiting to bring
Back the lost forbidden hope...

My master treats me well.
She paints and dolls me up,
With glitters and candles...
The best part is,
I could sit in her rangoli or
Even decorate her study room...

Even when the candle extinguishes
It's flame,
I'm the lamp which is known for its
Afterglow...

Lifting up hearts, Like never before...

By Nidhi